A parent alive and his child – gone. I have to accept this, but the mere idea tears my being into fractions. When all my life is buried with you in this ghastly land am I the chosen one to live? Oh, if I could trade my life for your!
God left me with your last breath, but who am I to live afterwards – if this is life and not living death.
Agony squeezed my throat and won’t let go. It took my breath away after they declared… that you died.
But the pain is my only reminder that you were real and I need it because I need to remember – I want to remember- every bit of your existence.
My Earth stopped revolving – You were the Sun.
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