My post yesterday was a based on a philosophy I live by where I wrote that I believe that everything happens for a reason. I said that I never ask why because I know there is no answer.That’s not entirely true. I believe that there may be an answer if I just wait. I believe there is a reason but I don’t know the reason yet.
When my daughter Justine began making poor choices when she was a teenager I did ask why. I didn’t understand that she had a mental illness. I was a first time mom of a teenager. I continuously asked her why. Why did she make that decision? Why didn’t she call? Why did she like that boy? Why did she skip school? Why was she so late getting home? Most of the time she didn’t have an answer. I don’t think she even knew why.
When she was killed in a car accident, I didn’t question it. I accepted it. I believe it was meant to happen. In my book, “Not My Story To Tell” I go into much more depth on this topic. It’s a primary theme of the book.