Why does death have to seem so meaningless?
Why do people tell you in a comforting voice that she’s in a better place?
Why do people randomly hug you?
Why do higher powers make the sweetest/strongest woman I have ever known fight cancer for three god damn years only to have it come out of remission and take her life this time around?
Why does it have to hurt so much to breathe?
Why do I have to be at work when I find out?
Why is it that you only want a spontaneous hug from your Mom during bad times?
I’m gonna go to Mom's house after work and not let go till morning.