Death, they say, is no respector of Person, Place nor Time. Everyone knows that. But when it happens…when the Grim Reaper finally snoops through and decides to barge in unannounced on you…
The pain gets real bad. You bawl your eyes out feel a deep rage that wont go away. You can’t be consoled then. You pull at your hairs and scream real loud even though you know it wont change a thing.
Its terrible.Its unfair.Its sudden.Its cruel.Its too much.
But you cant get away from it. And no matter how much you hurt, you cant change it. And its worse if its your child. Your parent. Your lover. Heck, its always worse.
Its like losing your limbs after growing up with them all along. Its like turning blind after always being able to see. It enrages you. You wonder WHY ME!!! You punch the wall in your despair. You curse the fucking forces that be.