When someone dies

I am reawakened to life. It’s shortness. It’s fickleness. It’s no care attitude.

Who was I yesterday? Coasting along. Throwing away minutes and hours as if there is a surplus to shed.

Sometimes death pulls at the bootstraps. Better do something before it’s too late.

And then it fades until someone else goes.

Published by Mary C

Under the mask.. says:

May 12, 2022 at 11:47 am

Exactly. And if you’ve lost someone else, I’m sorry 🌷. Surely they will be glorified the next time we embrace them .. it’s good to still see you here, though! ♥️ Hello!

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1. Mary C says:
  
  May 14, 2022 at 9:02 am
  
  I really miss being here! I hope to be back on a more regular basis!
  
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  1. Under the mask.. says:
    
    May 14, 2022 at 10:23 am
    
    Oh good! ☺️
    
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