I HATE IT

It’s crazy to me, that after all the loss I’ve experienced these last few years that a death still stops me in my tracks. That a death makes my heart drop into my stomach.

I know death is inevitable, but I hate it.

I’m not afraid of death, but I hate it.

I know death is sometimes a freedom for a broken body, but I hate it.

I know my friends will have to experience death in their lives, but I hate it. I hate it especially now. I hate seeing my friend in that kind of pain. That stop in your tracks pain. That heart dropping into your stomach pain. I hate it. I want to absorb the pain for them, I know I can handle it, but I hate it.

I hate the finality of death. That’s it? One day a person is here and the next they aren’t. I hate it.

I understand death, but I hate it.

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