I’m sitting here crying. Just crying. A woman I barely knew passed away yesterday.
Vickie Brown was a strong and vocal advocate for animals here in Sonoma County, you have no idea. She also founded the local No Kill group, and was the person behind Save the Nor-Cal Shelter dogs.
I’m in shock. Shock. I just saw her last week at the Board of Supervisors meeting, where she too spoke out against Carrillo.
I only met her last summer, I was interested in the No Kill movement, and so I got in contact with them. She sent me lots of stuff, we met and talked for a few hours, became fast Facebook friends. I was impressed, because strong fearless women impress me.
Now I wonder who will take her place? Fill the void?
And I’m left wondering, again, why is life so fragile? How can people just die the same day they post on Facebook? Why do a**holes seem to live forever, and good people die so young? It’s not fair. Just. Not. Fair.
I rail against God, think of people I’d like to see drop dead, the sooner the better. I immediately I feel guilty for my base, human feelings of anger and impotence. Just. Not. Fair.
No it’s not fair. There is no rhyme or reason. S**t happens. It just does. I don’t believe God had a reason for reclaiming her, as we so often hear people say, when trying to make sense out of things that make no sense. I think there’s just chaos in the world, and bad things happen.
That’s why it’s so important to live truthful lives. Lives that matter, lives that make a positive difference on the world around us. We’re only here for a limited period, so who has time to be silent? To wait for the “right time” to do something, while death ever hovers nearby?
We are here and now. This is our time on the river. Use it wisely. Bless it. Savor it. Live it. Abundantly.
May angels lead you into paradise; upon your arrival, may the martyrs receive you and lead you to the holy city of Jerusalem. May the ranks of angels receive you, and with Lazarus, once a poor man, may you have eternal rest.