Wednesday, January 5, 2011
You being taken away made me question my faith. For such a long time I prayed you were in a better place. I turned my back momentarily on what I knew deep down was the truth because it was important to you. I could only bare to lie to myself for so long before I had to face the facts. God doesn't exist just because you're not coming back. God doesn't exist just because I still wish I could speak to you. God doesn't exist just because your family wants him to. There's no angel above watching over me because there's no such thing as ghosts. Angels are buried just like everyone else and that's what scares me most.