This past weekend a friend of my family died of cancer at age 41, leaving behind a loving husband and 3 young children. In chatting with her uncle who is 68, with a 25-year history of progressive heart disease, the obvious question is why her and not him?
That reminds me of one of my favorite movies, Yentl, starring Barbra Streisand. She was inspired by her father's teaching to become a Talmudic scholar in spite of religious restriction against doing so as a girl. So she disguised herself as a boy in order to achieve her dream. In choosing what yeshiva school to attend, the boys tried to convince her that theirs was the best because their Rabbi had 10 answers for every question. To which Yentl responded that her Rabbi (who was her father!) always had 10 questions for every answer.
Seemingly premature death, like so many other things, is like that: 10 questions for every answer!