If I Were Religious, Would I Be Furious With God For Taking My Wife’s Life So Quickly?
Or, is there a bigger purpose behind the tragedy?
On Love and Realization
In the four weeks since Lorie’s unexpected passing at 66 years old, I find myself experiencing moments of intermittent rage.
Actually, allow me to amend that sentence: In the nearly four weeks since Lorie’s unexpected passing at 66 years old, I still find myself experiencing moments of intermittent rage.
Those moments of anger — all private, to now — are due entirely to resentment: Resentment over never again sharing beautiful things. Resentment over having been on the cusp of certain mutual accomplishments. Resentment over Lorie missing the recent birth of her first great-niece, an event she had very much been looking forward to due to her closeness with the mother.
Why wouldn’t I be incensed with God?
For perspective, I am a Jewish male, science-minded and philosophical but not at all religious. Though I acknowledge the concept of God is defined differently in different cultures, I believe it to be a man-made construct. That said, I am not so arrogant as to insist I know anything more than anyone else in this regard.
