I used to think that if I prayed hard enough or long enough, God could grant wishes;
So I prayed.
God still sent Death to do his ***** work.

What gave him the audacity to take her away from me?

Death opened the door and found his seat quietly between us.
He was like an old friend, coming to visit but he didn’t bring flowers or a ‘get well soon’ card;
Instead he brought reality;
which was even worst.

I knew the doctors were right.
There was nothing more they could do.

So I prayed.