13 june drabble

The first thing I thought of when I heard he’d died was how the last thing I told him was to “Piss off!” and how he did. Even now that he’s dead I still think he deserved it, something I told my mother. She was disinclined to agree, telling me (and I quote), “What a terrible thing to say! He’s dead!”

Gee, mom, really? He’s dead? Doesn’t mean he didn’t deserve to be told to piss off when we were fighting four days ago.

I should feel sorry, but I don’t. I should be sorry, but I’m not.