Death

I've been running from or ignoring death for as long as I remember. Growing up people who died were people "I knew of: maybe spoke to, maybe had a moment with but didn't really remember. Funerals were fun times when family came together, ate, and got dressed up and went to church, besides the casket, it was just like a reunion. When people die, I don't know what to say to their loved one, nothing cliche' like it will get better, but mostly I say "I will pray for you."

In college two friends I was really close to died, but I lived out of the country both times, making it easy to distance myself and mourn in my own way. As we grow older, death gets closer and though I have a hard shell it is ready to crack at any moment. My tears threatening to spill over after the first bad or sad thought. So I run, I ignore, I distance myself, cause I don't know how to pull myself together after accepting that pain.

I'm not sure if I have the strength.