Oh Death, where's your sting?
(This is letter 3 from my rocking chair series. As I passed back over the folded piece of paper while retrieving what I dropped on the porch by the chair, there was a letter which had the image of a candle on the outside of an envelope I must have stored over the years. Its contents are written below.)
Oh death, where's your sting?
I've feared you for quite some time. Actually, I hate you too. You've brought great misery to me. To my family. To those, I care about the most. You've threatened to take people away from me many times - more times than I can imagine. Then, in some wicked, cinematic plot of yours, you twist their arms and leave them to themselves. Then you come back to them as if you've never left.
Did I say that I hated you?
Well, not anymore.
I actually love and appreciate you. You serve a purpose. You're no stronger than me. You simply have the final act in my life and the lives of those I care about. It must suck for you to only show up at the end. That's probably why you don't have a life. LOL!
It's all good though.
I've only got to deal with you once. That's more than I can say for many of the other things and people I see before you climax...
You've certainly taken enough from me. It's ok though, because I've learned to walk on my own...