Vacaville recently had a few tragedies. There was a young man hit by a car, and two others were shot and killed. I never met any of them, but from what I have heard from those that did, they are all amazing people.
A few years before I came out on my mission my cousin Kailey passed away. The young men who passed reminded me a lot of her. My cousin alike these guys, were young, full of life, all around awesome people! As I reflected on this, I thought about how I coped with my cousin's death. I remember, it seemed like life flipped upside down. The idea of how unfair was this crossed my mine. There was a point where I was mad at God. In an act of helplessness, I blamed Him. Why did He do this? Why would He let bad things happen to my cousin?