People die, good things end. It's strange and terrible how the world seems to keep turning just as it always does. How I'm still standing and staring at the news articles and obituaries while the events of my life go on untouched. I keep thinking that if the world were just and fair, it's only a matter of time until it's my turn, my tragedy. So much of my life is spent waiting for that moment.

This piece was created to consider the unique loss of loved ones, meditate on the sustenance their lives provided, and remember the birthright of those still unfallen.