I just don't get it

I just don't understand why things happen the way they do sometimes.

God must have his reasons.

This morning, a co-worker, who I didn't get the chance to know very well but what I did know I loved, died. She was 49.

Six weeks ago she was flying past my office with her beautiful dark hair, on her way to the kitchen to make her oatmeal. Whenever I hear the hallway door open and hear keys rattling on someone's hip, I think it's her.

A diagnosis of lung cancer and a life-sucking brain tumor later, and she's gone.

I just don't get it.

I never told her how beautiful her hair was. I wish I had.