Why does death come so suddenly?

 

Why does death come so suddenly? Why doesn't anyone prepare us for it? Why do we suffer more when someone we love passes away than when death was waiting for us?

I don't know! I haven't found the answer until now.

I truly loved her once in my life; I met her by chance. Ewa, for that was her name, was a truly beautiful girl, the most beautiful I knew. We lived far apart, so we couldn't see each other very often, at least not as often as we'd hoped. But it's hard to see each other every day when we lived three hundred kilometers apart. We called each other whenever we had the chance, and we could talk for two hours about nothing, and yet about everything. As soon as I heard her voice on the phone, a smile lit up my face that lingered for a long time. She didn't come from a very wealthy family, yet she lacked for nothing, and her parents spoiled her in every way possible. I was a little surprised by this, and even opposed to her taking advantage of them like that. My surprise lasted until we started talking about the future. We engaged in a very serious conversation, and I learned a lot about her, sometimes I think too much. During that conversation, which lasted a good few hours, I learned that she was sick, very sick! She never told me about her illness because she didn't want me to worry about her. After that conversation, I completely changed. From a cheerful boy singing along, I became sad, constantly lost in thought, and nothing mattered to me anymore. It was then that I understood why my parents wanted to take her out of heaven. The doctors said her inevitable end was fast approaching, and all they could do was wait. For a while, she was still fine, and we were getting along. But we were arguing more and more often. I couldn't cope with the knowledge that Ewa could die at any moment. At times, I felt angry at myself, at her, and at the whole world. It wasn't fair that such a fate befell such young people; such a fate shouldn't befall anyone at any age! A week before Christmas, she was hospitalized, and I couldn't be with her, didn't want to be with her, as I watched her lie motionless in bed, hooked up to a respirator, tears streaming down my face, and I could do nothing! Just wait! On December 22nd, I turned eighteen, unfortunately, alone, sitting on a park bench. Sitting there, I didn't care; the temperature was below freezing, but it didn't bother me, nothing mattered to me. I spent Christmas Eve at home, as tradition dictates, but the next morning I took the train and went to the girl for whom I was willing to give my life. She was already much better than a few days before, and I was very happy with the news; I regained hope that things might be better again. I stayed with her for the next three days, keeping her company all day long. I felt like I used to, I laughed again, and my face was radiant as before. Before I left for home, I talked to her for a long time. During our conversation, I promised her,That I would have a party like never before on the upcoming New Year's Eve. Initially, I said I wasn't going anywhere this New Year's Eve, and that was that. But Ewa begged me to go and have fun, claiming she'd wasted enough of my life. I thought otherwise. On December 31st, as promised, I went to my friends' New Year's Eve party and had a party like never before. That day, at every hour on the hour, she sent me text messages, telling me how much she loved me. A few minutes before 10 p.m., I also received a text message, but it wasn't from Ewa, but from her mother. Nervously, I quickly read the text message, and before I finished, I was in tears. Ewa's mother informed me that her heart had stopped beating, and her last words were, "I have to send a text message to Adam." I sobbed until morning on the same park bench where I had spent my eighteenth birthday. After her death, I had a breakdown; nothing could hold my attention for more than ten minutes. Nothing interested me; all I wanted to do was cry, which allowed me to release all the pent-up emotions.

"It's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all"