Nov 20, 2022
6 min read
Loss
The hardest part about living on Earth
The first time I felt the pain of loss, was when Mrs. Jones died. I was maybe 10 years old, and I really liked Mrs. Jones. My mom would take me with her on visits, and she was the nicest lady. I only remember the sadness in my mom’s voice when she told me, you can tell it was hard for her to bare me the news. I can’t remember how I took it, but it was a bit saddening hearing the news…
