with mother’s day coming up, it’s supposedly the
busiest day of the year according to my manager. i was conversing with one of
my coworkers tonight and he asked if i worked on sunday (mother’s day). i told
him i’m scheduled a double. he responded by telling me it was wierd they didn’t
schedule him and that he wouldn’t be able to see his mother until two weeks
after anyways. he goes on to mention his mother is dead. it made me sad,
because i fuck with him heavy. when i look into his eyes, something tells me he’s
been thru a lot, but he still cracks jokes and lives like everything is good. i
don’t know how some people do it, but they do. i wish there was a place where
we didn’t feel such losses so deeply and everybody lived in a state of bliss.
oh right, there’s heaven.
i hope they have flowers up there.
-ratha, 11:34pm, 5.12.17