Why must people die. I never understood why people you love the most, especially. Last night was the 2nd time I’ve dreamt of my dad since he passed 3 years ago. I don’t understand if that makes any sense. I met him again. It seemed all dandy in the dream. I asked him how he was doing, he said “I’m doing better! I can move my arm now!”  We had dinner and it was goodbye all over again. Life is a cruel bitch. But it can also be the most loving and caring mother. Life is unfair, Life is loving. Life is Life and nothing will change that. Death may be an escape for the hurt. But for the living, death is such an extreme pain and it feels at this point I will never be able to escape this hurt, and seeing escape as an option. I don’t know what I’m saying. I need to vent. Thanks for reading.