Death is Profound

Death is profound. But there’s something surreal about walking into a room and seeing your mother holding the still and lifeless body of your younger counsin’s brand new 6lb babygirl.

There’s something eerie about laughing in that room. and talking about accidently spilling body wash because no one can bare the thought of talking about this child who isn’t breathing.

There’s something terrifying about walking out in the still of the night and feeling raindrops all around. Not being able to get ‘holes in the floor of heave’ or ‘when I get where I’m going’  out of your head.

Rest in peace Hazel Marie. You are very loved even if you’ve never known it.