I’ve always been a believer in that, in fate. I’ve always believed our lives are preordained, and everything happens for a reason. It’s just after everything that has happened over these past few months [and years] I’m beginning to wonder.
What possible reason could there be for me to have contracted MCL, and lived with it untreated for the past 12+ years? Is there a greater purpose I am [was] to pursue, that I missed. It certainly can’t be writing this blog, although I would like to think I’ve help at least one person.
And what about Edie? What possible reason could there be for her to have died, and left me alone? To make me appreciate her more, and the many things she did, some of which I may have taken for granted. The thing is, she didn’t have to die for me to come to that realization.
So what are we to do? Just go about our everyday lives, as if nothing happened, and hope everything works out for the best?
Somehow that doesn’t seem right. There has to be more. There has to be a deeper purpose to all this. I’m just at a loss to know exactly what that may be.
Anyone have any ideas?