Fleeting Moments

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Last night at 2am I got a phone call from my best friend in CA. It was one of those nights were you fall asleep and can't tell if it's really the phone ringing or just in your dream. I've gotten some trivial phone calls at 3am in the morning before so i wasn't too excited about this one before i found out what the call was about. Yet, my best friend called to tell me that our friend, Oanh, had died a couple of hours before.
Shocking. Unexplainable.
She was 25, healthy, active, lovely, wonderful, just to name a few characteristics.
She had the flu and her back and neck hurt, and I guess she basically died of heart failure and the doctors think that it could've been meningitis, as well as kidney problems.
Oanh used to be strung out on drugs, depressed, and got to a point in her life where she didn't even want to live anymore. Her life completely revolutionized when she came to know God and that He had a whole other plan for her life. I met her when she began to attend the church I was attending at the time. God and her new found love for Him was seriously changing her life. This girl had become so caring, loving, in short amazing. She just radiated and her personality drew everyone to wonder what had changed so much. And now she's gone. It was almost like a brief passing...came in, and came out. Yes, I'm sad, but I know that she is in a better place and where she really wants to be; she lived her life these past few years in such a way to get there. I wonder if God has a bigger purpose through her death, and that this could only be the beginnning.
Ironically, last night as I was falling asleep I was thinking about Law School and what I would do as I got older, and of course a little bit of anxiety attacked me because then I began to think if this is even something that I'm supposed to do. After the phone call, it took me about an hour and a half to fall back asleep--thoughts were racing through my head. I mean Oanh wanted to get married, have a family, etc. It's odd that her death wasn't full of pain or suffering. Just a cold and then it was over. That in itself tells me that there must be something more than just a simple idle tragic death.
This brings my thoughts into perspective once again. Our lives our brief moments, short passings, and we really don't have time to fight or argue, or get hung up about silly things. Are those that worth it? Of course not. We have to live each day like it is our last. Did Oanh know that yesterday would be her last? No, but I know that everyday she tried to live a pure life--and that is a great testimony. I want to lie in such a way where I have no regrets, no wishes left unfulfilled, and that I find my purpose in this world for whatever time that may be.

12:34 PM

6 Falling Stars