Death is a Thing
My great aunt died. In her prime, prime being before the cancer, she was a kewl lady. The only person I know that know all the old Marvel show theme songs by heart. She had her faults but when I was younger she had my back when I needed it.
Its weird. When I heard she died I didn’t really feel anything. I was enjoying talking with my new friends. I felt neutral. Idk why. Maybe because she was sick for the longest time. Maybe because as she grew sicker and sicker she became less like the Aunt I knew and became more like a stranger. I barely talked to her when she got sick. Hardly saw her. Maybe that was it. My mom cried though. My cousin Sorine cried as well. They saw my aunt as much as I did. I feel like I should be angry or sad. But Im just not. I feel like Im using this post to force myself to feel something.
Death can really bring people together for better or for worse. Im sure my family will come together and grieve, and after some time they will move on. I dont want to sound preachy or philosophical. I dont want to be cynical. But I cant stop myself from thinking….
Nvm. Forget everything I said. Just know my aunt died today.
Peace.
