RIP my Lilligans

It's so easy to be angry at God for what he allows to happen.
In my eyes, she was struggling enough...Why make it so much harder for her? She doesn't deserve that.

It's life.
Shit happens.
It's no one's fault.
It's a test, and mold for who you are to become.
It's just an accident, no rhyme or reason.
You will understand later how He uses these moments for a bigger picture.

None of that means anything. It doesn't help, it doesn't make anyone feel better. And all there is to look forward to...is time?
I am angry.
I am sad.

And somehow I'm calm. Maybe He gave me strength so I can better help Laura. Or maybe it's just my White Russian.