Why?

Why is it that the good ones seem to die young, while us miserable, not so good ones seemingly go on forever?

I spoke to Sarah tonight and she kind of has the results from her recent sets of tests - they didn't find any tumours in her liver but they do think the cancer has spread into her lymphoma (?) system. I know what the word is but can't think how to spell it.
From the little I do know about cancer and its course through the body (which really isn't much) even I can tell she isn't going to be with us for much longer.

How she copes with knowing she is going to die I'll never know, she is showing far more courage than I ever could. She will be leaving behind a husband and 4 children (one with Downs syndrome and a baby of 9 months- Rebekah, my God Daughter) and yet she is always calm and upbeat about the future.

Being so far away geographically is really hard as I feel like I'm not able to do anything from this distance except call her on the phone and visit as often as I can. I know this isn't about me - I've got nothing wrong with me and I'm not going to die imminently, but I have to say that I know I will miss Sarah immensely when she dies. In the short three years that I have known her, she has been so much of a really good friend to me its been amazing. Always there when I've needed her, willing to help and listen. I feel like in her hour of need I'm letting her down, as there is nothing I can do. At least we have some warning about this and we can treasure what time we have got left. And in the future I've got Rebekah to look out for. (For those of you who don't know, Rebekah was born on Boxing Day at 26 & half weeks gestation at 2 & a half pounds) I feel very honoured to be her God Mother and intend to do my best for her as I can only imagine how hard it will be for her growing up without a mum.
I'm off to pray and to hold my teddy tight and remember the good times with Sarah and thank God for them.