The Good Ones.

Broke down last night. Couldn't make it home without tears streaming down my face on the drive, walked in the door and couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, nothing. I think I needed to do it and get it all out...I had stayed so strong since hearing of BV's accident and his current condition. My mind was racing all day at work and with BV's ICP skyrocketing it threw countless things thru my mind at a million miles a minute. I talked to my mom, my dad, Kelci, Abby and my dad again. And the one thing my dad told me that night on the phone that has helped me since last night is that "Sometimes God needs The Good Ones." My dad has been thru a lot with death in our family. He lost a brother at the young age of 21, a best friend 2 years later, another good friend from high school years later, and my cousin (his nephew) 3 years ago. I am by no means saying BV is gone because he is as much alive as I am here today, but I just kept saying and thinking  "why him? why BV? It's not fair!! Someone so kind, so honest, with such a big heart should not have to endure this" My dad told me flat out....Krista sometimes he needs the Good Ones too. I never met my uncle David but when I hear of him I know he had such a kind heart... he was brought up in such a strong family and all the pictures I see of him he is always so happy it only makes you want to smile. He looks exactly like my dad except with red hair and freckles :) Same with my cousin Travis, always had a smile on his face, a joke to tell, always asked how things were going... again I think how it just isn't fair that bad things have to happen to such good people. It's not, it's not fair at all. After talking to my dad and hearing all he's been thru, how he's found the strength to make it thru lifes curveballs I decided my dad was so right...God can't take all bad people because Heaven would be empty... he needs good ones up there too, just as he needs good ones down here. I hope that BV can stay down here rather than up. I know God might need him up there, but I need him sooo soo much down here. We all do. At 23, he's far too young and has far too much ahead of him to go like this. It's not his time I know it's not. You hold on tight bud, I'm rootin for ya every step of the way. Your mom, dad, sister and friends we all need you. I love you Beev.