It seems, since we got together, that there has been an endless stream of death for her to contend with. Two relatives, a treasured pet, and now a friend. It is all far, far too much within a few months.
I wonder, sometimes, how death feels for her in the godless world she inhabits. She doesn't even get to believe in a heaven filled with souls taken roughly or prematurely from this earth.
But then, I doubt that it feels very different to the world I inhabit, where God often feels like a waning moon. Or where, at best, I am constantly reminded of a line from a Wolf Parade song:
I always say it's in God's hands, but God doesn't always have the best goddamn plans, does he?