A feeling of why me...?

A junior member of our club came to our clinic to see me because of her health. I used the opportunity to welcome her to our elite club - the FATHERLESS CLUB. She had just finished the noble assignment of burying her father. We used some few minutes to talk about the burial ceremony. I apologised profusely for not being at her village during the big ceremony. I was supposed to grace the occasion, having been involved in the planning stage of the ceremony. One thing she mentioned struck me. She said that during the ceremony, she saw older men from her village still bubbling with life, and that made her to keep asking God, "why me, why did my own go so soon?". Yes, I had exactly the same feelings. Why should my dad die even when God has blessed me with enough resources to take care of him?. Why did nt he stay longer to enjoy the fruit of his children's effort? Funny enough, some of the children of those older men still surviving in my village never bothered to take care of their old father. "One of the ironies of life", I told our junior member.