On Tuesday on their way home from seeing the Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe, my brother Paul and his family heard the terrible news that his closest friend Rob, his son and two other boys had been killed on the road. One of the boys had been in Justin's class for five years. They are shocked and dreadfully upset. It takes a long time to grow an old friend. The loss of four at once is beyond imagining.
The funeral is today. I am genuinely sorry for the pain of loss they are all feeling. A sad, sad and tragic day.
Its not as if this was an isolated thing either. When Paul and his son Nicolas were in England last November, they heard the news that one of Nic's closest friends had been killed. Men that Paul knew well, comparatively young men, have died suddenly of heart attacks. Unexpected deaths, especially of a younger person, hit hard. They give rise to reflections on God and the nature of life and its meaning and its capricious sharp endings.
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