God, I wish death would die. I'm tired of seeing loved ones give way to pain, weakness, illness, lack of air. Letter by letter,
I wish death would di.
I wish death would d.
I wish death would.
I would not even bid it farewell. I hate death. Kick rocks.
While I appreciate celebrations of life and find some comfort in thinking of homegoings or homecomings, I can't wait until loss of life exists no more, 'til it experiences loss. For now, God, there's still some sting. But death has no victory. So, I sit here in between the sting and victory. Waiting.