We live in a society where funerals are more important than the dead, where marriage is more important than love and appearance is more important than soul. We live in a culture of packaging that despises the content.
The hospital walls are made of straw.
Four walls that once provided me with hope, have become undone.
There was nothing left for me at the hospital anymore.
No reason for me to sit in the uncomfortable leather chair.
No reason for me to return.
When I walked out of the hospital the day you died, I believe I never truly left.
The person I was when I walked in and the person I was when I walked out, are now different
One was filled with hope.
One is filled with grief.