I Bcame An Atheist Comments

Fortunate to have had parents 'there' for me. Feeling complacently loved and taken granted. Brooklyn, New York streets and school yard playgrounds. Fatherly love, a secure reflection of substance. Recalling my mother with unconditional loving devotion. An undeserving fate of her young body riddled with pained cancer disease. Silent prayers for me, became the order of most evening bedtimes.

Daily denial, an un-accepting fact of her dwindling mortality. The inevitable becoming my reality. She was taken by whom? To where? Why? A bewildering confrontation, I then, a mere 13 year boy-man. She reposed in her death bedded room, still warm, unmoving while we mourned and. I confusedly, staring coldly at the floor...
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