Everything Happens for a Reason

When something bad happens, people say it happens for a reason.

I never quite grasp that concept until my mother passed away 3 years ago. I was angry, upset, disappointed – every negative emotion available, I felt them. My relatives said it happened for a reason and I asked them what would the reason be and none of them could answer me.

The reasons may not surface until years later when something bad happens – I tend to think so because that was precisely how it happened to me. I remember feeling so angry that my mother left me - all of us - so soon and so sudden that I didn’t want to see the positive side of my loss (how can there ever be a positive side to losing a parent?!). I only began to see it a year or so later.

My brothers and I have never been emotionally depended on one another. We’ve never shared our thoughts or feelings about certain things because it seemed a bit weird to do so or perhaps we thought we were too cool for that. Being the only girl and the youngest in the family, I guess they didn’t think I could connect with them on many levels. That all changed when we lost our mother.

We would talk and cry together - we became closer and more attached emotionally. I’ve never felt more comfortable with all 3 of them. I guess there is a reason behind my mother’s passing, after all.