Unfair

Originally Posted 4/29/08

Death is inconsiderate.
It always takes one who is loved. The departed one is always a son or daughter, mother or father, sister or brother, cousin or friend.
The roots of humankind are tangled and tightly woven together.
Death gives no consideration to the ones who are disrupted when one is ripped away.
The empty spot is never filled. It is left as a memorial to the utter significance of the loss. It is a wound that never heals. It only callouses a little, in an effort to protect the ones who are left behind.