Scared and angry
I am scared of death. When it is staring me in the face and taunting me, I show a strong front but the truth is that I am batshit scared of it. Who’s really prepared for it, anyway? I don’t think any one is. Probably the priests and nuns and other religious figures. Probably our neighbor who’s turning 100 soon.
But not me. I am not prepared for it. I don’t think I will ever be prepared for death. Even when it’s not coming for me, I am still scared of it. I’m scared for the person who will be taken.
I also feel angry towards death. Scared and mad at it! It has taken three loved ones already. My brother, my mom, and my grandma. I really prayed, still praying, that it won’t be back for years and years. We’ve had enough. I’ve had enough of it to last me another lifetime.
