I Lost Someone
My mother died on December 12th, 2004. I was 12 at the time, I still don't like to hear my aunt talk about it. It still pains me to hear her name said so easily. I turn, walk away, and tun my ipod up a little louder. Hoping to drown out the world and drown myself in the music.
My uncle, her brother, died on April 8th of 2005. After my mother's death, I had tried to distance myself from people, so I wouldn't cry. It didn't work.
When my grandmother died in October of 2005. I managed to steel off my heart at this point, or so I had thought. Instead of crying, I got angry. I punched the wall, storming out of the funeral.
Is there really a God? If so, why is he so cruel as to not show us the cures? Why must the people we loved die? And if they must die, why do they have to die in so much agony? So much heart shattering pain?
My uncle, her brother, died on April 8th of 2005. After my mother's death, I had tried to distance myself from people, so I wouldn't cry. It didn't work.
When my grandmother died in October of 2005. I managed to steel off my heart at this point, or so I had thought. Instead of crying, I got angry. I punched the wall, storming out of the funeral.
Is there really a God? If so, why is he so cruel as to not show us the cures? Why must the people we loved die? And if they must die, why do they have to die in so much agony? So much heart shattering pain?
By:
Yaeger
Age:
18-21
,
Female
