I know that saying ‘why do bad things always happen to good people’ is pretty useless… but I can’t stop myself from thinking it right now.
I have several friends going through some horrible stuff at the moment, but none more horrible than a scrapping friend, Deb who lost her husband in a farming accident last week.
This is just about my worst nightmare. Despite the fact that we don’t live on a ‘working farm’ the Baldy Boy loves his ‘farm gadgets’…. especially his tractor. I want to tell him that he had better sell the geriatric tractor as I will never let him drive it again, but I know that is not practical and I know it wouldn’t keep him safe for a hundred and one other ‘accidents’. I can’t wrap every person I love in cotton wool and keep them safe in a box at the back of my wardrobe… as much as tragedies like this make us want to.
Deb has always amazed me with her kindness and generosity. She has always given that little bit extra to make people’s day and I have been lucky enough to be on the receiving end of her kindness many a time. I know that all the love and support she has given out will come back to her ten fold now… but I still can’t stop myself for thinking it…
Why do bad things happen to such good people?