We often say "he died before his time," or "he didn't know his time was up," and other such nonsense. The future is certainly not ours to see, or ours to manipulate. Why don't we understand that we are finite, limited in time and place, but not necessarily any the lesser because of it?
Will we "come back" as something else as the "great wheel turns" as many believe. Or is this it? We can't know because we are trapped in time and by time. Afterwards, we don't know if there is an after-words. Will there be something of reward, or something of punishment, after our "time" here is over? What do you believe? Does belief make it so? I want Sheila to have her time of happiness -- an infinite time (contradictory, I know) of happiness -- because she is/was such a marvelous person as she lived, and as she suffered with me -- who was not quite the Mr. Wonderful that he hoped he could be. She suffered, and she died; and she deserves to be happier now because of all that.
Who determines what we deserve? "Who dat?" Who is in charge?
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