Chances are...

A fight. A knock on the door. A phone call. Losing friends. An accident. The wrong words. Silence.

It may hurt like hell. You may not be able to imagine how you can exist in a world when it happens. And you may not survive.

But the unexpected is what changes our lives.

Requiem

Light many lamps and gather round his bed.
Lend him your eyes, warm blood, and will to live.
Speak to him; rouse him; you may save him yet.
...
But death replied: 'I choose him.' So he went,
And there was silence in the summer night;
Silence and safety; and the veils of sleep.
Then, far away, the thudding of the guns. 


-  From The Death-Bed, Seigfried Sassoon