Only the good die young? Why??

I often wonder how is it that good people die young? 

 I know it is their contract that they made long before arriving to this encarnation but I still think sometimes that life is not fair all the time. 

 Yesterday I got the message that an aquiantance has passed away. He was only 58 years old. He was a doctor that helped a lot of people, he was well know in my town, he took the time to talk to his patients and he had empathy for his patiens suffering and pain. 

 His life was not a fairy tale, he came from another country  and was inprisoned only 19 years old. He was there about 5 years and was then released and escaped to Europe where he found a save haven. He began studying medicine and got his ph.d. 5 years later. He later began his speciality and that is where he worked for all his life. 
He was diagnosed about 2 or 3 years ago and underwent chemo, but they found metastases. Being a doctor he knew the prognosis but he kept on with chemo and radiation and painkillers. When he got his final judgement he went back home where he came from. Being home made him revive again, he seemed stronger and visiting family and friends gave him new strength.

But he missed Sweden, his second home, his work, his patients, his life here. So he came back and started working again. He worked until it was not possible and he was hospitalized. 
Yesterday in the early hours he left his vehicle to go to the other realm and I know that he is well now.
 No more pain, no more suffering, he is home again and enjoying to just be. 

 My thoughts today are with his family and friends.

Goodbye H! Maybe I will meet you again one day!

 Take care of each other and do not forget to tell your loved ones how much you love them!

 Namaste!

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