May 18

Walking in a Haze

I step out of the building not knowing where to go.  I have always known how to keep my composure.  I always believed that I belong to that percentage of the human race whose life goes on without a major hitch.  Bad things happen only to other people.  Or so I thought.  At this point, losing a loved one was something I wasn’t prepared for yet.  Before I left the building, I went into her room asking her to be strong and hold on.  I begged her not to leave us yet.  It was something I did out of pure selfishness.  The past few days were the most painful in her entire life.  Yet I ask her to stay for our sake . . . for my sake.

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