death is so rude.
it is the guest at a party
who is unwanted
but comes uninvited anyways.
it runs into the house
stealing the happiness, laughter, and smiles that once resided inside
replaceing them with sorrow, pain, and grief.
oh death,
where is your sting?
right here.
right here at home.
my dear nell lamangan,
i hope that you can feel the love and support that’s surrounding you everywhere.
i hope that in that hospital, God is somehow letting you experience a small piece of the overwhelming amount of thoughts and prayers.
it wasn’t supposed to be like this.
....why, God?
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