Life is taken for granted.
We all believe that it will be there until we grow old and choose to die, yet we forget that it was given to us, it was never ours to keep.
A fact of nature so cruel, we never come to term with it.
In a matter of a few minutes so much had happened I couldn’t process it. I stood in my place with no emotion. Not that I was a stone being, just that I didn’t know what to feel.
Shock?
Sadness?
Anger?
Depression?
Sorrow?
Despondency?
Despair?
I felt nothing, not in that moment. I stood in my place with my white stained red fur coat, just absently staring at the dead bodies in front of me. I wonder how long I stood there for? I wasn’t sure but I felt so numb that I couldn’t muster up any energy to move. I felt dead, I felt like I was falling in some strange distant dark place.
“Daddy?” The voice of a little girl brought me back and I turned my head to see Nena sitting by dad’s side and attempting to wake him up, “Daddy don sweep here.”
