Death Is Nothing But Feelings
So we are going along nicely in life.
No big bumps or dents, no accidents or
hospitalizations
BAM!
A death.
All the swears and frustrations come out.
The WHY him? Why her? Why me? Why us?
What if he would have taken a different route?
What if she had not gotten that surgery?
What could we have done differently that might have saved her?
Sorry, folks.
Death is not up to us,
and neither is un-death.
That is what is shocking.
No warning.
No re-do.
Nothing but feelings.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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