Why would anyone cut down a tree that has lived a hundred years?
Why does a temporarily empty building seem to equal a useless building?
Who would steal a dog?
Why are wanted children miscarried before they can recieve a first caress when so many unwanted children live to understand not being wanted?
Why would a vibrant child pass from living and laughing last weekend to being silent forever?
I don't know. I cannot begin to understand. I can only think that such things make old trees more remarkable, ruins more romantic, puppies more magical, families more precious and heaven more lovely. But who can really tell at then end of the day?
"Benjamin, we're meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?"
(Mrs. Maple, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button)