Thursday, August 15, 2013

A short note on the departed.

Today is my mom's birthday. She would have been 53 years old. Satan didn't take her. An absent God didn't take her.

Lung Cancer took her. Years of abusing herself with cigarettes took her.

My emotions and thoughts about my mother are awkward to say the least. Out of respect for my mother on her birthday, I won't say anything negative or disheartening. What I will say is that she owed it to herself to progress forwards in life and not leave at such a young age. If not owed to herself, then at least to her other three children. I've come to accept what my life symbolized to her, so there's no love lost upon me. Rather, she should have been here to provide comfort and support to my siblings in their most important of developmental years. It's a shame.

Assuredly, my father has performed a grand theatrical display of emotions today in his dead wife's honor. Certainly, his latest girlfriend was submissively amused. I wish him the best of luck in his continued life of phantom monstrosity.