When Death Comes Again
I wished I would've been able to tell myself that when Death came again it was going to hurt less. But it didn't. Sometimes I think having such a huge loss at a young age changed my perspective on life to being more hopeful. My earliest experience with Death labeled him as an intruder. Death had hurt me deep down into the core of my being... now he was back. We lost my great-grandmother, Birdie Faye Brown, earlier this month and at first it didn't sink in how much this woman had meant to the family. A few of us had some rough patches with her, you see. But she was still the reason I had a little bit of red in my hair. It happened almost 4 years after you had died, Howard. This was a fact that kept circulating in the kitchen at Grandma's. We couldn't believe it. We kept on saying it as if it were supposed to make sense. But of course it didn't. Right before the funeral I drove with Angel to Kansas so she could coach some little girls that were on a soc