We Don't Always Have the Answer.

Rabbi, why did my mother die? He's a boy from England. His mother had nine children. She fell ill and she passed away. And he says, why did this happen? My father had to raise nine kids on his own. He says, "Yeah, I was angry at God. I didn't put on fill and I hated Yiddish." So I was sitting there. So I put my hand on him and I said, "I don't know. These are the mysteries of life. It's completely beyond me. I I I don't know what to say. It's horrible." He starts crying. I didn't say anything. I listened. And then he told me something. He said, "It's been eight years since my mother died." This was the answer I was waiting for. I went to many people and everybody gave me a reason and it made me angry that they were giving me reasons. Why are they giving me reasons? How do they know?