i stared death in it's face.

31 days ago, I stared death in it's face. I did not pass it by, or hear it whisper, I looked at it, I stared and it hit me...Death ain't quiet no matter how peacefully it comes to get you. Death does this thing, where it hits us all, it does not ask how you lived nor does it care, it just claims. And it is on the 25th of November 2013 I realised death does not care if you rich or poor, black or white, a freak or a bookworm, DEATH IS FOR US ALL. It does not discriminate, it takes and does not give back.

I walked into the hospital room and saw you, but this time around you weren't you. You were quiet, cold and looked different. It was in the air, but the machines fooled us and the nurses deceived us, we believed you were still around. What I saw that day keeps flashing before me, the blue on the soles of your feet, the swelling, the stillness, that smell, I don't think that was really you. I made a call with tears running down my face, I knew it. I knew you left.

I stared death in it's face and I pray no one ever has to leave that way. It was cruel and unkind. Sad.


May your soul Rest in Eternal Peace...Eleanor Uricke Diergaardt