When someone lives their whole life, or at least a good part of it, and then dies, it hurts but we move on. Our memories hold us. When someone dies young, it is another story. It seems like there are more dreams yet to be lived than memories; disappointment, sadness, regret rock us to and fro. It is a stormy sea.
And yet, I know that HOPE still lives. I know it. I don't really feel it right now. I can't see it right now. But I hear it's whisper. I remember it's song. I hope that from the ashes of this tragedy my friends live in, this tragedy that we feel too, good will rise.
"Peace I leave with you. My peace I give to you..." -Jesus