Earlier this week a high school classmate was called from this life to be with the Lord. To those who were really close to her, this was indeed a blow. This is the year that most of us turned 40, a milestone of sorts, an age where we should be celebrating nuptials, baby showers, advanced degrees, and new businesses, it shakes us to our core when we have to face the death of a peer. At age 40, we’ve lived a little bit but in our mind we’re no older than we were the day we graduated high school or college even. There is a small corner of our psyche where the thoughts of being immortal lives until it hits us head on that we are not. My classmate’s battle with Lupus came to an end in the year that she turned 40. Death is a lot to digest and it’s even more difficult when the death happens at what we deem to be a young age. So many questions come into our minds as we prepare to bury a classmate, not someone 80 or 90 years old but someone who was only 40. I viewed many FaceBook post...