Where were you after it was all said and done? Where were you when he was up and about? Where were you after we almost lost him the first time and the dust settled?
Nowhere to be found, that’s where you were. I was there. I was there after that night that was supposed to be his last. I was there asking him about his past. I was there to sit and hear his stories, and share in whatever time he had left. So don’t come trying to cry now. I was the one who was there on his birthday, just he and I and his brother. We were there, because I made the effort. I wasn’t always a hundred percent on it, but at least I tried. Don’t come and say that you miss him now that he’s dead. You could have seen him while he was still living. You don’t have to be missing him because you could have been there with him. He was there with his grandkids. The ones who loved him the most. I loved him to. I wish I could have been there, but I can’t pretend anymore. It’s not fair that others put in the work and people take the credit. I’m not looking for praise, it justice. You don’t get to play the victim, do not let him die in vain, for your gain. This isn’t a contest. It’s not about who can cry the most. This isn’t a show. You don’t get the Oscar for the ugly Kim cry. A life was lost. Like I’ve said before, I’ll never understand why death unifies people more than life. It’s not fair to anyone, to pretend, to put on a show. No one is watching. When I go, don’t cry for me. If I stop breathing don’t send for a cop. Don’t mourn my loss, because for me it’s a gain. Until then, why wait for the end, when Life is still here. When it may be challenging but still good. Why do you wait to die to truly live? I’ll never understand.
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AuthorReggie is a college gradute with a degree in English. She loves traveling and hopes to one day stay on the battle field for missions. Life is a book and everyday is an adventure, follow her on this journey and see the world through her eyes. Archives
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