Death; mortem, muerte. There are qualities in all different places of the world that are unique; qualities that other areas do not posses, but death, on the other hand, is the same in all places of this menacing world. Although, in some customs, death is celebrated and considered to be a beautiful happening, but from what I have experienced, all death does is simply supply heartache and pain.
Nothing is worse than walking into a hospital room seeing a person who you care for with all of your heart, in pain, suffering, dying.
Grabbing her hand, telling her "I love you, and I promise I won't let go until you do," is a moment in my life that will never escape my memories. Seeing her mouth form to the words, "I love you too" is a memory i will carry with me for the rest of my life. Death is hard; well, I should say that watching death is hard. Feeling the pulse, the life, leave the person who was always there for you no matter what, was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Like I said, certain customs believe death to be a beautiful although I consider death to be a catastrophe. I guess you can say it's a beautiful catastrophe.
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