Too Much Irony.

Sometimes the irony of life is just too much. 

Here's an example:

Yesterday, I posted about how much I fear death.
Not my own, but the death of people I care about,
the death of those around me.
I finally realized I even had that fear,
and had begun to face it;
I just didn't realize just how how much facing I would be doing.

Today, I was informed that a guy I went to high school with, passed away last night.
He and I weren't close by any means, but we were teammates.
We played tennis together.
He was nice,
always had a smile, and made sure you had one too.
Zac, was always the last person to laugh at anything,
it was like he forgot to pay enough attention to put it all together at first.
He had a sloppy stroke and lazy feet.
He had a wild streak in him,
but he was very easy to be around.


I just find that today the Lord's use of irony in my life is almost too much for me to handle.
Just yesterday I confessed to how much I dreaded getting those kinds of text messages,
and today I got one.

I still can't wrap my mind around the fact that he's dead.
I haven't talked to him in years,
or even really given him much thought,
other than when he would randomly pop up on my newsfeed.
But today, my mind has flooded with memories of him.
And it's weird to think that I'll never randomly bump into him again,
or have him pop up on my newsfeed.

I feel like I understand death,
as much as one can truly understand it.

Throughout the course of my life,
I've been faced with it time and time again.

I've come to the realization today that,
death never makes sense,
it just hurts.

I don't know why death has plagued me so much,
I don't understand that in the slightest.
But I just have to trust that the Lord knows what He's doing,
and that He's going to put just as much irony in my life as He so desires.