The Shadow of Death: The Journey

Chapter 1. Page 18. 2 Paragraphs.

   The following day I stood up and walked to the podium, I pulled the microphone close, and began. This was my sister’s funeral, the casket was closed and I was never strong enough nor able to look at her, it was too much for me to bear. She walked out of my house on April fifth, and she was gone in the blink of an eye. I was never able to sit with her at the hospital before she left; no one ever contacted me that she had been hurt or in trouble and in need of me. I was never able to kiss her good by and say one last time while she still breathed life; I love you.

  Guilt suddenly took over I had not protected her. For the past week I was taking zanex an anti-depressant regularly, while just a short time before it was always an effort on my part just to take a pill for a headache. And so I began to speak my farewell, the perfect good-bye from the heart, I had found it in a poem. Her life’s journey had come to an end, and the end to her suffering.