Angela Wright said:At the end of the day, death is coming for all of us. It’s a fact. But honestly, no matter how much we struggle or get pissed off that God didn't give us a second chance to fix things—especially when it involves a tiny kid who hasn't even really started living yet—we don't have a choice. We just have to deal with it. To be real, we don't even have to try that hard to act this way; it's just human instinct to react like this. The real problem is the mental block. Our hearts and minds suffer because our will demands something different. Eventually, when you're completely drained and exhausted, you just surrender. You accept the outcome, whatever it may be.
I believe in fate, or whatever you want to call it. And I believe everything will work out. It's just that sometimes it hits you out of nowhere, and I have no clue how I'm supposed to prepare my son for life. I wish I could just take on a portion of the pain and grief my nephew and my sister are going through. I help them as much as I can and stay right by their side, but sometimes I just feel totally helpless. Honestly, I'm more afraid of sickness than death, purely because of this lingering sense of helplessness. It kills me that so many people go through this while there are still so many people out there being reckless, heartless, and greedy. I'm glad I'm not one of them. I truly hope everyone dealing with illness and their families find a way through this. I pray that everything falls into place. That we actually get a shot at being truly happy. I pray that kids get the chance to experience what I've already lived through. Angela Wright, thanks for giving me the space to vent and for the comfort.