The first time I heard his name was when he came to get my grandfather, then a dark shadow or blurr the angel of –
How can he be an angel and a plague at the same time!? Turned my mother into a fountain of tears ,the man she loved all her life now lives in a coffin.

I remember her telling my siblings and I, “At least he is in a better place, at least he didn’t suffer.” Reducing our sadness but increasing her own.That was sad comfort.

I met him again, clothed in a black cloak , his skeleton hand holding his sycthe in high majesty said, “I have come to take you, to sever the ties between body and soul.”

I wasn’t sure if he was a figment of my imagination or really here,staring straight at me with his hollow empty sockets .

He came for me, he reaped souls like farmers reaped crops ,I was dying .My breathing felt like choking but I figured you don’t need each breathe to survive .

“You can’t take me now.”

“I haven’t done a thing with my life.I am still too young!”

“I haven’t gotten even with Karen yet

Or paid any of my debts .”

“I have never received flowers and I want flowers without the tomb.”

“I want to have a life worth living with my eyes wide open .”

“I want to travel the world and have 8 children. Please not today but if you do take me ,where will I go?”

Dead silence filled the room. My body becoming colder and colder as his raspy voice said , “The brain is the only organ afraid of dying but everything dies . Beginnings must end.”