Piece from a story I’m currently working on..

No title yet.  Sometimes I get so involved in my stories, it’s almost real.  Reaching in my gut on this one.

“I had to stop watching the news, it make me want to vomit. I knew that I would have friends and family on the death list. Some stayed in the morgue for months because there was nobody to claim the body, or surviving members couldn’t afford a decent burial.

It was the second most tragic time in my life. The first was the death of my son. These things haunt me day and night. It never leaves me. It stays in my head. Thoughts of my mom perishing in the high water that entered the nursing home. I hope she didn’t suffer. I know she believed that God was with her. Mom was a believer. I have tried all my life to believe. It’s hard when so many bad things happen in a person’s life.”

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