Mother

I wonder where you go when you go where you go. You always told me you were not scared of death. You never blamed God. You never stopped loving. You never stopped fighting and smiling and being warm. You always said that if Death came to take you that you would go happily. It always made me angry… you talking about walking away willingly with Death. And you always said that you’re a doctor that you know the difference between a good death and a bad death and a needless death. I think I’m finally beginning to understand. ‬

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