I barely knew her in life and then she died.
Do I have the right to cry?
She was always nice to me in life.
She was strong. She waited to go until her sister’s birthday and the anniversary of her husband’s death to pass.
I think she wanted to remember him one last time.
I cry because she died alone and no-one should have to die alone.
I cry because I hate the thought of her dying alone.
I cry because while I barely knew her, she’s my family.
I cry because no-one was there to hold her hand.
I hope he was waiting for her on the other side.
I hope he met her with open arms and a smile on his face.
Her Herbie. Her love. Her life.
They were separated by Death and now they’re re-united by Death.
Herbie and Ingrid.