Death, Murder & Your Mind
I have never been one to deal with death of a loved one in a good way, I just can not seem to come to grips with death. The first funeral I ever attended or remember attending I was going in my second year of middle school, and I was totally in denial, I swore down that the man in the coffin was not my papa. It didn’t hit me until the day after, that he was really gone, that it was really him lying there and that I will never see him again. I guess deep down I knew that he would die, as will all of us in our time. I just didn’t think that I would see the day it happened, I mean he was my grandpa, he was the father figure in my life. I guess I selfishly expected him to live forever, as I am sure many of you feel the same, regarding your loved ones. Death, Murder and your Mind are a combination that I don’t wish on anyone, no one should have to endure the emotional pain that comes with it, but unfortunately at some point we do.
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