The Burden of Death
I miss talking to my husband and today was real bad.
Perhaps, it is the reason why I cannot feel good about celebrating the death of someone else's husband no matter what he believed or taught.
My husband didn't die in a brutal way, although, it was still terrible and too quick and I didn't really have a lot of time to prepare myself for that.
Another woman, much younger than myself, grieves tonight with her young children.
She wasn't ready either and she has the additional burden of having to deal with the violence of the death and with the taunts of those people who think it is better that her husband is dead.
My God! we're not supposed to shoot people over these things we are supposed to try to reason with them, discuss it with them, and then walk away if we can't agree and fight for what we do believe in without violence.
No, I can't see anything good nor can I see myself being happy that somebody's husband was brutally killed.
Perhaps, it is the reason why I cannot feel good about celebrating the death of someone else's husband no matter what he believed or taught.
My husband didn't die in a brutal way, although, it was still terrible and too quick and I didn't really have a lot of time to prepare myself for that.
Another woman, much younger than myself, grieves tonight with her young children.
She wasn't ready either and she has the additional burden of having to deal with the violence of the death and with the taunts of those people who think it is better that her husband is dead.
My God! we're not supposed to shoot people over these things we are supposed to try to reason with them, discuss it with them, and then walk away if we can't agree and fight for what we do believe in without violence.
No, I can't see anything good nor can I see myself being happy that somebody's husband was brutally killed.
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