death loves summer

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i think death loves summertime. because in summer people are happy without reason, and death thrives on grief and the gloom of the darkness of winter.

3..4.., no 5 years ago (wow, it’s been that long) death took the old man, and as a result took the glow of his old woman. he may have been coffee black in skin, but he made her skin glow yellower than was natural, and lit up her deep dark eyes. even when he maddened her, she was aglow.

last summer he thought he’d rob the old lady again. in the heart of the summer he took her first born unexpectedly and for the first time, i saw heart break. “it’s hard to lose a child,” she said “no matter how old they are, and no matter whether you lived through it twice before”.

death had stolen her two boys before – her only boys – when she had her old man was still there to hold up her fragile soul.

i think death has had a bad winter these past few years, because he took two last year, and today he took another. he took the one who was coloured like the sun. coincidence? i think not. he’s left a family without a mother, a daughter, a sister, a cousin… he’s left a family with a sunless sky..

♥Rest In  Peace Shandi

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