Speaking of the inscrutable universe
Within a few months after A died, I stopped being angry at old people I saw out in public because they were alive, and he was not. I couldn’t begrudge them having what I wanted so desperately but couldn’t have. But there are some people that still incite that rage in me. Explain to me how not one, but two parents, this week alone, can live long enough to kill 8 children between them, but my sweetie had to die?
How is that right?