death and dying are the the hardest things for me to understand. they are the hardest to deal with, the hardest to accept, and the hardest to get through. my father's good friend died this morning in a plane crash. im sad and upset for so many reasons. i keep thinking about his family and how hard a christmas after a loss is. he has wrapped presents under the tree already. he wont open them. they will just sit there for possibly years to come. his young wife, alone, not have ever imagined this situation. what will she do now? his name was evan. he was only 25. my dad took me and davey out to dinner with him once, he loved my dad. he thought he was so funny. he even came over to our house a couple times (which no one does). he disclosed his wife's secret pizza recipe and then came over to eat it when my dad made it. i feel sad for my dad too. we dealt with greg's death last holiday season and now this season, we are dealing with evan's death. my dad is crying and stumbling over words. he thinks the plane could of crashed because of a mistake he made. i reassure him that mistakes or not, god will take you when he wants you. its hard to know how to act in this situation. i want to scream and cry and yell and kick that it isnt fair. it isnt fair for my father to be consistently unhappy. it isnt fair for such a nice person to meet his demise so tragically. it isnt fair for his wife to cry into unopened presents and half eaten cookies and the smell of him on her pillow. it just hits so close to home. my father is a wreck. i dont know what to do. i dont know how to comfort someone after this. not only did his friend die, but he is trying to put the blame on himself. i really dont understand why things work the way they do. i really dont understand death at christmas, or at any time for that matter.