Why Aren’t you Over This? It’s been six months.

First off – fuck you.

Let’s see you watch the blood come from your mothers mouth dead after minutes of cpr you knew was hopeless.

Let’s see you when two months later your grandmother dies slowly

And then a week later your grandfather dies slowly.

And then two days later your childhood dog dies in your brothers arms.

Let’s see you handle watching your fathers only remaining parent lose the will to live and die most slowly of all, over months

And months, each day fearing and begging for the call it’s over.

Good luck staying on your feet.

Good luck waking up, going to work, doing the dishes and holding your broken family together.

Because you will absolutely fail. And what are you going to do then?


There is no peace like

Sipping wine with a book

In a well-tended garden.