Blog Number Four: Death and Website Update

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It's now baseball season and my team, the Seattle Mariners, now 1-and-1. Yeah, okay, their pitching is a bit lackluster and many top sports "prognostication" don't like the M's chances of doing anything this season. Fourty-five percent of over 8,000 fans on the Seattle Mariners' website say they just want the M's to break .500 at the season. But hey, what the hell, it's still early....GO M'S!

Now to the topic at hand:

Life can take many unexpected twists and turns during one's life. You can never know or predict when your life can change. All we truly know is that we are born, we live our lives, and then we die. Some of us believe we go to Heaven, others believe we reincarnate into other creatures in the next life, and yet some just think we become worm food. Regardless of where we end up after we die, we know we are going die. We don't know when, where, how, or why, we just know we are.

Families of the six people who were gunned down by Kyle Huff a little more than a week ago have been asking those questions above and going through those same emotions. As Steve Schwartz, uncle of 22-year-old Justin "Sushi" Schwartz who was killed in massacre, was quoted in the Seattle Times as saying, "The question of why is out there, in terms of bringing closure. Why this house, why this party, why Saturday ... why not three weeks ago?"*

It happens, Steve. People die, Steve. Millions of people die in Rwanda and NO ONE cared. Your family member dies and you question why it couldn't happen to another innocent kid. SOMEONE else's innocent kid.

We can't stop the inevitable from happening nor can delay the end from coming. The most cruel and painful lesson from the coming of the end is yet a simple one: we, as humans, prepare our short existence on this Earth for the time we or a loved one dies and, when that time comes we are fucking shocked. In times of tragedy or despair, the living asked "Why, why? How could this happen?" We can never imagine that this would ever happen to us or our family and we get angry at a myriad or things: doctors for not finding a cure, certain family members for not making the funeral, or God for not saving us in time.

Bury your dead, get on with your life, and then help to prevent this sick, terrible from happening again.

*Part of this paragraph used a direct quote from a story written by Mike Fancher, Seattle Times executive editor of the Seattle Times. The story can be found on the Seattle Times website.