I had a break down this morning.
I knew it was coming.
My sister called to say we wernt sure if he was going to be ok.
They couldnt get enough factor in him.
He isnt dead yet.
God.
My Baby alex...dead.
I cant... I wont be able to deal with it.
when I said i couldnt handle any more death,
I didnt think the next one i would be dealing with,
could be his.
I need to get away.
I need A vacation.
I need a canadian hug.
and I need to clean my room.
which is what I am off to do now.
Least then I will be keeping busy instead of sitting here.
Waiting.
It just baffles me, as to why life sucks as much as it does.
Not even for me.
But for my sister, and her husband.
"What do you call a husband who loses a wife? A widow.
What do you call a Child who loses his/her parents? an orphan.
What do you call a parent who loses their child? Nothing, The pain is to great to put into words"
^^^^^^^^
Think about it.
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