Hours of Waiting Death awaits
I'm watching something on my computer and it makes me happier with the sad news that I have lost a few friends again. I consider myself lucky as I have survived cancer on many many occasions. I know that anytime I'm hurt there is someone else hurt more then me. All I hope is hoping that my worst fears are not going to come through.
I can hope that the person that I'm looking for that the state dept cannot find is not buried dead or alive in the rubble of the UN building that they were in. I can hope that she stepped out for a smoke as she does very often to get away from the stress and the compounded human suffering that Haiti is. She my friend Cassandra that is had a heart of gold and the mouth of a sailor with the totality of a saint. She wanted to help people and she may have today died trying.
I have had many people die on me and again I consider myself lucky that I am not one of those stories one of my friends who are stuck in time on social media accounts. Death followed me from friends in Iraq and those who have now died in the catastrophe in Haiti. This year and last it has followed me like an unwanted shadow.
I move on in their memories and I have hope that this will although end badly my friend is wandering the streets. Nursing wounds and thousands of tragedies and lives on today.
I can hope that the person that I'm looking for that the state dept cannot find is not buried dead or alive in the rubble of the UN building that they were in. I can hope that she stepped out for a smoke as she does very often to get away from the stress and the compounded human suffering that Haiti is. She my friend Cassandra that is had a heart of gold and the mouth of a sailor with the totality of a saint. She wanted to help people and she may have today died trying.
I have had many people die on me and again I consider myself lucky that I am not one of those stories one of my friends who are stuck in time on social media accounts. Death followed me from friends in Iraq and those who have now died in the catastrophe in Haiti. This year and last it has followed me like an unwanted shadow.
I move on in their memories and I have hope that this will although end badly my friend is wandering the streets. Nursing wounds and thousands of tragedies and lives on today.