Death

I shall remain strong. I shall stand tall when He arrives to take another. Though I fear his name, I shall not tremble before him. Though I may be ridden with pain and grief, he will not be the source of it. He is nothing but a delivery boy, a mule, a tool just doing His job.

Blessed be the children who are taken, for they are bound to another place. A place without hunger or fears or sadness or tears. They are at a place of happiness where they think of nothing worrisome, and do nothing stressful.

The emptiness inside me shall remain, some holes larger then others, but all there, all remembered in their lives... until the time He comes for me.

RIP Sungmi
RIP Phil