I saw death today.
It stared at me from a face; a face not so different from my own.
A young man, a living soul, a mother’s son.
I loved him; I prayed death would not be so cruel, but there he lay.
I am not Death’s master. Death has no fear of me.
Only one has power over death, God, and I am not he.
Death came quickly, why it chose him I cannot say.
I could not save him. I could do nothing.
So I left him there… but never forgetting.
I still remember to this day.