the first time I experienced death was when I was five.
my dad got a call while we were opening presents on Hanukkah.
his father was dead.
I felt no sadness because I did not know better.
the next was when I was 8 and my dog was hit by a car.
my parents put her down because she was either going to die in peace or die in the darkness of surgery.
I did not cry until many years later.
the next was when I went to my guitar lesson to find out with my dad that he had died of a heart attack.
I felt numb.
I was eleven.
my first taste of death as a middle schooler.
the next was my great uncle.
I did not know him but my grandma cried so I cried too.
I was thirteen.
I did not understand death.
the next was my very old cousin.
I was sixteen.
I had never cried so hard about somebody in my life.
I cried for a week straight it felt like.
I understood death.
I ran into my mothers arms and I could not control my sobs.
there have been more people who I have seen come and go but I never really cried until this year.
I understand death
and I understand permanent.
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Monsters Are Human
PoetryShe was poetry in a world still learning the alphabet. [ Just poems I found on Tumblr.] [ I do not own any of these!! ] [ The first few are horse poems. But it gets better. ] #230 in Poetry - 1 June 2016
