I'll Never Understand...

When you find out that a friend is dying, you hear a lot of people say, "It just must be their time" or "God must have a purpose for them". But when that friend is only in their mid-twenties and full of life, how do you make sense of that? You can try to put blame on the things they've done in the past (maybe it was the heavy drinking that gave them stomach cancer) but that doesn't really help either. Besides, I know plenty of people who have partied hard for years and never had any problems (well, other than waking up in a strange bedroom with someone they really don't know...) So how do you just accept that this friend who is so vivacious is now lying in a hospital room and the doctors are saying to call all the friends and family because it's a matter of a couple of days to a week? Then you start thinking of the murderers, rapist, child molesters, etc. who are perfectly healthy. Shouldn't the evil people be the ones to get cancer? Couldn't it be something we could give to them like a sentence? "Instead of life in prison, we're giving you lung cancer with 2 months to live." Or stomach cancer with a week to live. It would solve the overcrowding problem and also take care of that pesky death penalty. Then the nice people would still be here.....