If it's true that deaths come in threes, then I've had my three and deserve a respite. I adamantly declare that I've had enough of people and pets dying. I'm done, I'm sad, my whole body is sad. I loved my dad, though he was the hardest one of the three to be around. I loved my Mary, and really admired her fight right up to the end, but we didn't see each other every day. The damn dog was part of my every day. Even at work I was thinking about him when I had to brush dog hair off my clothes.
So I hereby declare that noone close to me can die for quite a while so I can recover.
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