EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON

Today my Nana & Grandad came round for dinner and we got

talking and one of the things we got talking about earlier

was a man my Nana used to date when she was younger.

Now I'm a big believer that everything happens for a 

reason, and my belief in this is something that I know

for a fact will never change. To me it just seems so

logical and what my Nana told me made me believe it

even more ( if that was possible)and this is the story...

So my Nana is Spanish, and she grew up in Spain

just after the Civil War. When she was a young woman

in the 1950's, she fell in love with a man from her 

village. He was called Alejandro and they were completely 

and utterly smitten with one another.

They were together for three years and everyone in the

village was certain that they were going to get married.

It all seemed so perfect for my beautiful Nana and the

handsome and lovely Alejandro, but sadly tragedy struck.

One day my Nana said goodbye to Alejandro and he said

he'd see her two days later, but he never made it.

Alejandro was involved in a car crash with his friends

and sadly it took his life. He was the only one not to 

survive. It makes me feel sad just thinking about it,

fifty years or so later, and for my Nana, it was

absolutely devastating -she had to wipe away tears 

as she told me. It broke her heart, she didn't

eat for days, she was so lost without him, and

it had come so out of the blue when it seemed like

nothing could go wrong.

And of course I understand how tragic it was as he

was so young and in love with his whole life ahead of

him, and Alejandro must've been the most loveliest guy,

judging by the way my Nana still speaks about him.

But the thing is, if he hadn't died on that day,

it's almost certain that my Nana would have married him

and she never would have moved to London, which

she did to try to overcome her broken heart, and most

importantly, she never would have met my Grandad. 

Even when she was in London, on the day she met my

Grandad at a dance hall somewhere in the city, she

was so close to going to meet another man next to

Victoria Station. I find it so strange to think that if

Alejandro hadn't died, or she had gone to meet

that other man instead of my Grandad, as a consequence

9 people including myself wouldn't be here, and who

knows who would be here in our place?

All of our lives were dependent on both the death

of a young man and a split decision that my Nana made 

without knowing at all what would happen as a result, 

not to mention the other decisions that our parents

and grandparents made and events that happened in between.

And when I think of the members of my family

and what they've achieved, all the lives that have

stemmed from my Nana and those before her, it feels

like we were meant to be here for a reason. 

It feels like everything that happened was meant to 

happen for a reason. In this case of Alejandro it's

so tragic, and I wish he hadn't died, but at the same

time maybe he was meant to die, because in losing one

life, nine more were made possible.

And I think that's pretty incredible.

And I can think of so many more examples of why 

everything must surely happen for a reason, but I think

that this is such a powerful example and I hope

you agree too :)