Dear Death,
Every second, minute, hour, or day, you are at work. From the early mornings of the day to the darkening hours of the night, it is as if you sweep in unexpectedly, so quietly that not even the One above is able to notice your presence. Your presence that took those we lost. The darkness in the night. The light retractor. You have a plethora of infamous names, and you are known by many. You come to claim those who belong to us. From cancer to lupus to murderers to accidents, you come to collect more frequently, unfortunately.
Do you enjoy the task you are given? Do you enjoy being hated by many? You took my mother, my aunt, great-grandmother, and many others in my short time of life. It seems as if my family is loved by you. A love we do not appreciate. Let’s forget about my family for once, and how about the countless of families who are losing their loved ones. It seems as if the young is favored by you. The darkness has come and is killing my generation before we are able to truly make a difference in this world. Is that your plan? Because violence seems to wrap around my generation as if we are the target.
How are you able to deal with the pain you cause so many of us? Days full of tears and an unbearable void that makes it hard to focus on our daily tasks. Days where the thoughts of our loved ones brings back the hurt and pain. The countless times where our bed and tear-soaked pillow brings more happiness than anything else. Do you get tired of hearing the cries and shouts directed towards you?
Why do you think many love the fantasy of everlasting life, youthfulness? The thought of you brings sadness to our hearts.
Through all of this, I still thank you. Yes, I said I thank you. You don’t hear that often, do you? Your darkness came and took those individuals who brought light into my world, but your darkness brought light into theirs, and for that I say thank you!
My mother is no longer sick with cancer. My aunt is no longer struggling with lupus, and the thoughts of my mother on a constant basis. Death, you took them up to who I consider as my Father. Even through my hurt and my tears, I will not be selfish and say I wish you didn’t take them, because they would still be hurting. Once again, I say thank you.
From an understanding young adult
