My friend has lost her life partner, a husband she actually liked and wanted to be married to for a long time. She's been robbed of someone she didn't get nearly enough time with, and she has three young children. Raising even one child is at least a two-person job. I alternate between sympathy and anger.
So many people would like to check out right now, whether because of mental illness or other diseases or disabilities. But are we excused from the table? No. My friend's husband was the same age as me and had so many reasons to live a good long time. I hate how life works. I'm done expecting it to be good.