Wasteland Kings

Tag: grief

Death is an old acquaintance of mine. He has visited my door a couple times in the the past. He came to take my father and then again years later to take my mother. Both times were some of the hardest of my life. Death rarely comes with any mercy. He does not ask if this is the right time. He leaves a mountain of pain and destruction in his wake. His presence also lingers long after we’d like for…