A Letter to Throw into the Ocean

Dear Death,

You're my biggest fear. I want to tell you why.

We can't escape you. We can act as if we are better, and you don't bother us. But, it's a lie. You're always there.

Things are so happy, so rosy, so good, and I'm scared for the bad. I'm not saying that I walk around with sunshine following me and flowers blooming as I step about. No, things aren't Mary Poppins cheer-y, but they are happy. At least to me, as my happiness isn't the same as another's. But, life happens. And, it's not all good. And, it's naive for me to pretend it is, or will be, but I want it to be.

Death, you took away my mother. A beautiful woman stolen from me and my family. You took with you memories that will never exist, and smiles that will never be seen. It was so tough, and tears fell, and still do.  But, almost ten years later -- the sadness isn't as deep or heavy as it once was.

What frightens me now is losing more.

I look around and I am surrounded by love. I see love personified into so many beings. But that can't last.
Death must happen. What if I lost him? Or her? Or both? Or more? And, in the end, don't we lose them all?

I know that pain, I've felt that pain, and I don't want to feel it again.
I have no comfort. I know no way to stop you. You are always there.

Death, please go away. Don't hurt me.

Stay away,
me