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And then I felt that childish fear of death. That eternal blackness. The uncertain finality.
And then I felt the deepest of remorse. I knew that if she could, she would take it back. She let her guard down. She has sunken to a level of no return.
And then I realized the helpless act she had committed. She gave up. She has allowed herself to be consumed by death. She has allowed her possessions to be consumed be others.
She let her guard down.
This unexpected tradgedy.
This woman who wanted nothing more than to be cared for, to be loved.
This woman who was instead, immersed in loss and dishonesty.
This woman whom I will always, always remember.
Because this is a woman who died for love.
Rest in peace Michelle Weston.
And then I felt the deepest of remorse. I knew that if she could, she would take it back. She let her guard down. She has sunken to a level of no return.
And then I realized the helpless act she had committed. She gave up. She has allowed herself to be consumed by death. She has allowed her possessions to be consumed be others.
She let her guard down.
This unexpected tradgedy.
This woman who wanted nothing more than to be cared for, to be loved.
This woman who was instead, immersed in loss and dishonesty.
This woman whom I will always, always remember.
Because this is a woman who died for love.
Rest in peace Michelle Weston.