It’s Mourning.
I suppose….
When I was younger, I guess I thought it some weird and twisted way that people didn’t die. It wasn’t until I think 1988 & 1990 when I lost two close childhood friends. Even then I didn’t know how to mourn or deal with death. It terrifies me in the most worst way. After they died, I just “mourned” the way I knew how and that was just pretending it didn’t even happen. After that, the person that passed away was Raphi my elementary school lunch monitor. This leads up to a few more personal deaths. My aunt rest her soul, my cousin & 3 h.s. friends. Those dudes in HS were my close friends well, two of them were anyway. I still think about all of them from time to time. Then my grams brothers were passing away back to back. The oldest one died after she did. So now there’s only one grand-uncle left. My grams was the ONLY girl. After my grand-uncle died, my god father died and then my god mom passed on the 17th.
Some got to live full lives, and some well just caught at the wrong place at the wrong time. It’s crazy how life works though. This violence has got to STOP! I’ve lost one too many people that way. The other deaths I can’t really comment on that b/c I don’t know u can’t really argue w/ the all knowing.
