thinking

I've been thinking about life and death.

My good friend from junior high and the beginning of high school is living through the definition of hell right now. Her dad, an experienced helicopter pilot, crashed his helicopter into the lake where their summer cottage is located this past weekend. The body of the person who was with him was found. His body hasn't been found yet. They've decided to stop the search that has been going on since Sunday and put out one boat on the water to keep a lookout.

He was only 45 years old. I remember going to that cottage every weekend with their family. I loved him - one time he woke us up by spraying us with a very large squirt gun. It is weird and hard to think of him as dead. The youngest in their family is only in second grade.


Today, spring popped. We got a lot of rain yesterday and that translated into very green grass, buds on the trees, and the smell that only Iowa has around this time to let us know spring is here.

It is quite the juxtaposition in my mind.

It raises all sorts of questions in my mind. I don't have answers for any of them.