I think about death a lot.
About my son, my mom, my neighbor.
I think about how easy it would be
to not deal with all this crap any more.
As I sit , trying to catch up on emails,
my heart starts to pound, I feel sick, shaking.
I wonder if the death angel has come for me.
It scares me more than I thought it would.
It lasted a long time, sweating, panting.
I miss my son and mom and others.
I wonder where I’d be if I hadn’t stayed here.
I wonder why I had to stay here when my son left.
And I see the dream chaser I made
For my grand kids today and think, “Maybe I know.”
beebeesworld 
The Presents of Presence said,
June 14, 2013 @ 2:32 am
Glad you stayed. ♥
Sandra Bennett said,
June 14, 2013 @ 2:50 am
Yes, you are a most valuable asset to their lives.
Raf said,
June 14, 2013 @ 5:05 am
Memento mori, fella.
nutsfortreasure said,
June 14, 2013 @ 12:57 pm
I think you do 🙂
SwittersB said,
June 14, 2013 @ 3:24 pm
Yes, stay the course….your wisdom and heart will help others in their grieving needs.
SusanB said,
June 17, 2013 @ 9:47 pm
You can’t leave, just give up, they didn’t.