Harriet and I had a long conversation today. She told me 5 of the tenants in her building (2 on her floor) died in less than a year. Harriet doesn't live in a nursing home -- most folks are in their 40s and 50s. Harriet is in her mid thirties. As she talked about her life now I listened to how these deaths changed her views of God, of having kids, of her relationship with her friends and family. It made me think about how our environment affects us and the influence death has over us too when it's close. Harriet talked about a growing divide she felt from God and the randomness in which things happened to her neighbors.
People have a strong need to find meaning or reason behind what takes place and I thought it interesting that Harriet was finding meaning in randomness.