they died. and you didn’t do anything wrong to deserve it. when you tearfully whisper why me? you are looking for the reason. the reason you couldn’t keep them. wanting your agony to have purpose. but this is not your punishment. there is nothing to learn from this besides how to breathe again. how to inhale air and exhale their name. we may never know why they’re taken. but we know why they were here. to love and to be loved. that is all the purpose we need.
