The four of us are just sitting on the floor, consumed alive by our grief. I swear I would drown in sorrow. I have no idea how I’ll carry the twins through this. I was already a man when I lost my parents. They were still so very little, and they still needed their mom. They barely knew me. How could I expect to measure up?
It doesn’t matter when a person dies. It always feels like it’s too soon. Like it wasn’t their time yet. They all had too much to achieve to leave just yet. They never got to experience enough. They all had too many people who loved them, who still needed them. It was true tho. It wasn’t her time. The world, our world, at least still needed Hannah in it. The twins weren’t even six years old yet. She would never see them off to their first day of high school. She would
