Death unknown

How do you get over death?

Is there a way?

Why does death hurt so much?

All I know is I have been going through death my whole life, and it never gets easier. I take death to the extreme now. I have got two phone calls saying friends are dying past two months. They say death comes in threes. But why? Why does it have to come in threes? Why can't it be one and done? Does it ever end? There is so much running through my mind I don't know where to begin. I want it to stop. I don't want to hear about another person is dead.

My cousin called me to tell me that my excellent friend Wendy had died. She went to the hospital because of a heart attack, and she died on the table. I couldn't believe it. She was like a mother to me. She treated me like a daughter, and ever since my mother died, Wendy was always there for me. Now she is gone. Everyone close to me is dying.

Wendy and I were close at one time. But while I was in active addiction, I did something, and we stopped talking and hanging out. I was always with Wendy every day, all day. We did everything together. I met her working at "fear forest haunted house and hayride." The day we met, we were close. Wendy took me under her wing and taught me everything she knew. She showed me how to do her job at the haunted house.

We worked at the haunted house for many years together. I even went with them on a business trip for the haunted house. That weekend was so fun. I have so many pictures of her and I on that trip. I will genuinely miss Wendy, and she was a mother and a best friend to me. I will never forget her. I only wish we had more time with each other.

We planned for weeks to go and have coffee together, but we never made it to that day. I hate that when we come back into each other's lives, we never made time for each other. I also hate that Wendy and I stopped talking for a couple of years. If I only stayed in her life, maybe she would still be alive today. Wendy and Max both died only a few weeks apart.

My EX boyfriend calls me today to tell me that my kid's godfather passed away. Why him? It breaks my heart knowing my son was so close to him, and now he will not have anyone to talk to for support. Someone that was in our family for years. Max watched Dominick grow up. Max watched both my kids grow up, and now he is gone. This one hits me the hardest.

He helped me while I was getting clean. Max was always there when I needed him or when the kids needed him. He was still there. Max helped whenever he was able. If Max had it and you needed it, he would give it to you. Max was a truly good man. No matter what he was into or doing. Max was always trying to do some good.

There were so many people out here that hatted on him. Either because they were jealous of him doing what he had to do. All Max ever wanted to do was take care of his family. Whether they were blood or not. He was there for you. I can only imagine what his family is going through right now.

Why does death hurt so bad? could it be because you will never see that person again? You never will hear their voice again. What is it that makes death hurt the loved ones more than anyone else? Anyone that was ever close to that person is going to be hurt by their death. It never fails and never gets easier.

My son tells me today that he wished he could cry about his godfather passing away. I told him it's ok not to cry. Not everyone cries over death. My brother was the same way. He never cried when someone passed away either. Some people say that if a person doesn't show any emotion when something traumatic happens, they might be a psychopath. But I don't believe my son is anything like that.

The only thing I know for sure is that we all will miss each one of the people we lost. Death is to come in three's. I only wonder who will be next. I hope the death stops with Max. Lossing two people only a few weeks apart is about all I can take for now. Please, god, don't let there be any more deaths.