For Lucy

by Jewel E. Ann

What was I supposed to say? I couldn’t work because I had a bad case of Mistaken Virginity?

Funny

I don’t have a favorite color. I have a favorite person who loves purple and velvet.

Love her more than me. That’s what parents are supposed to do—love their children the most. And in some ways, that was supposed to be the best way to show your love to me.”

Death held no accountability. We were slaves to its will. It was part of the deal in the game of life. We knew this when we decided to bring new life into this world. There were no guarantees.

It’s hard to invest in any sense of joy when you feel like it will be ripped away from you in the most unimaginable nightmare.

Death robs your soul of reason and purpose.