"I don’t know where you disappeared to over five years ago. In fact, I have to admit that I cannot even recall the day you stopped coming. You faded from my life in pieces.
I can’t let you leave this time. You’re dying in front of me but I refuse to acknowledge the ability of God to take you away at a moment’s notice. This time I will fight Him, even if you’d laugh at the thought of me even believing in such an antiquated idea. Wake up, Irene, and tell me He doesn’t exist. So I don’t fear Him. So I don’t try to believe this end, horrific and ugly with tubes and blood, could be written by a higher power."
2 comments:
Hmmm your post isn't about baby sloths so it is immediately deemed inferior to my last post.
But the writing was nice.
agreed to the last sentence.
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