Home Is Where the Bodies Are

by Jeneva Rose

Death reminds us that life isn’t infinite and that one day, our time will come too.

It’s odd. Some people never see it coming, others have a countdown, and I don’t know which is worse.

Death waits for no one.

There’s not many things you can count on in life, but that . . . is one thing you can count on. It will rise and it will fall—no matter what. Don’t matter if you’re sick or sad. Don’t matter if there is war or there is peace. Don’t matter if you see it or you don’t. That sun. You can count on it.

Money changes people the same way death does. If you don’t know how to manage every aspect of it, it’ll bring out the worst in you.

we age, we shed layers of ourselves, disintegrating like any other organic material, but some of us just break down faster than others.

Resentment only poisons the person who consumes it, not the one it’s intended for. Michael and I are proof of that.