Love lost at sea

I heard a rather sad story of an expatriate here whose wife came to visit in February for a few months. She died over the weekend while on an innocent touristy cruise to one of the cays. She went with a boat filled people. They had anchored. She drowned. Don't know the details. Never met her. But I am so sad for her and the torn husband and two sons she has left behind.

She is the second tourist to die there this year. It's a place I would have gone to if I had the opportunity. Something sounds fishy. Something not right. What are the odds?

But I feel sad for a woman I have never met. One who traveled thousands of miles to reunite briefly with her husband and meet her untimely death in a place not sacred enough to house good spirits.

I pray for that husband. The poor man cried uncontrollably at church yesterday. I was told. Can't fellowship here. But I can empathise. Life is so uncertain and the grass is not always greener on the other side.