Heart broken.

What I don't get is why the good ones are taken from Earth while someone like me gets to hang around...to continue and say goodbye.

Her daughter tried to take her ring from her finger...tried to smooth her dress....
she inserted a finger into her cold mouth. She worries.
I see it in her countenance.
That little mirror of her mother.

I touched her cold hand.
I said I love you...
the words falling flat in the air.
I walked away, leaving my beloved friend there, in that box, with her sunflowers.

And all I can think is how I should have done a better job.
I should have made a point to keep on touch with her because I loved her so.
How I wish I could hear her laugh one more time...
how I wish I could hear her yell at me.

And their house burned to the ground 5 days before her passing.
They lost everything they had.
He's going to have to raise those children alone.
Her daughter...without her mother.

The tears stream my face and I feel like such an ass, because I have it so good while they are all suffering and holding themselves together.
Those strong children and their father.