Death is a fixture.

It’s been a while. I’m existing in a limbo state of figuring out what’s next.

Every time I feel like I’m about to get my head above water and breathe, the other shoe drops.

These past few years have been marked with death. It’s just a fact. It’s something everyone will encounter at some point in life. It’s my turn now. There’s death, rearing its head.

There’s beauty in it, there’s the foresight knowing it’ll happen soon. There’s the opportunity to be with family.

There’s just been so much of it recently and it’s fucking sad.

I can barely grieve one, before there’s another.