*I was to write a piece this morning. A happy highly likely soft erotica to spice my favourite readers Wednesday morning. And probably mine too. It was a cold morning on my end and though a conversation with @ruth-girl brought some warmth, it didn't last long*.
*My sister called some thirty minutes after talking to Ruth while I was freewritting my sensual piece. I was in the second verse and suddenly my string of thoughts cut off somewhere and left me with some void mind. I realized why when she told me a woman i knew for two years as her former landlord (my sister now) and that they got along pretty well, is no more*.
*Me and my sister had talked about how health had drastically changed at five months pregnant with her second child. Her firstborn son is younger than my youngest who's 12 and he's called Melvin just like my youngest. From then, she got thinner by the day and darker by the hour. And even though she delivered her child, the baby died on Saturday and she herself rested today morning.*
*Her death has disturbed me the entire day. Probably because I remember her cleaning the stairs lecturing my sister and her other tenants on muddy footprints disrespecting her tired back. She could never get a caretaker, she said they were expensive... yet she spoilt her then only son. She was clean. Too clean perhaps. She was loud but gentle... A single mother for a long time to my understanding then a few before my sister moved an older guy started showing up at her house*.
*Then she quickly got pregnant and now she's no more. Suspicious? I think it is but what do I know? We think we have so much time... I remember her talking proudly about how she will be happy when her boy Melvin joined high school. She won't experience it. They death is cold but I think death is frozen. Too numb to feel the pain it causes as it reaps.*
*This entire day has me thinking that death can force you to be grateful at someone else's expense. How lucky if I may call it that, we are to be still among the living. But still the unpredictableness of death and it's mystery lurks at every breath you inhale*.
<center>**We are told in death we find peace, may your soul find yours namesake. Rest in peace...**</center>
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