That Dreaded Call

(This is a fictional poem) I received that dreaded call that nobody wants to receive. I'm pretty angry because God made my wife leave. Eversince she died, I can't stop crying and shaking. I sit here in misery because my heart is breaking. Some people may deserve to die but definitely not her. How was I supposed to explain her death to our daughter? I never took my wife for granted, I always put her and my daughter first. It finally sunk in that she was gone forever when they loaded her in the hearse. I hold my daughter as she mourns the loss of her mother. She was an angel and we sure did love her.