
Sky

Thanks for responding, Hon.
I think what strikes me the most is the unfairness of it all, man's inhumanity to man and the coldness of the "arch enemy," the despondency of the dead man. The sight of his body although in a body bag and the smell. That a sweet man like that would leave such an impression. Expectations, maybe? IDK. It's beginning to hurt now... until I see that nasty old creep in his nasty filthy caftan parading around outside of his house trying to be the center of attraction, even telling the Med. Ex. what to do!
Yeah, my feelings seem to be stronger than anybody else's... or at least, I am expressing them more and louder.
What a shame!! The dead man used to drive me crazy with his many trips out every day. The street is a whole lot quieter in this last week. His little grey Scion isn't going up and down the street anymore. It sits quietly in the back of his carport. It's just not right!
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Psalm 119:105 Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.