Death, you are the story of my life,
I wish that today were your death-day, but it is not.
Because you are still alive and well, you haunt me.
Peeking around corners,
showing up in the gummy grin of a baby,
hiding in between the little pink lines on the stick,
streaking the back windsheild of my SUV,
Painting the pages of every book,
Sprawled out on the side of every country road,
You lurk in the shadows.
Life captures my heart, and you steal it back in an instant.
Beauty catches my breath, and you turn the catch into suffocation.
You corrupted my mind.
There is no joy that is not tainted by your gruesome breath.
One day, oh death, you will be the one suffocated.
You will be the one who bleeds out.
You will be drowned.
You will be beaten, tortured, defeated.
Death, you will die.
And we will live.
The Beautiful Broken 
Found your blog through Sarah Torna Roberts. I have a horrible fear of death. It has gotten worse now that I have kids. Now there are more people in my life who could die, or be left without a mother if I died. It is almost too much to bear at times. But there is a day coming. Death will be swallowed up forever.
Rebekah, thank you for connecting. I agree that it seems that the fear seems to multiply with each new person to love. Part of me wants to quit adding people to my life that I love because then I won’t have to fear their death so much, but I think that C.S. Lewis talks about the pain of love being worth it, so I keep on. Plus, we were made for relationship. And I have a feeling that we only see like one-one millionth of the big picture….so, I will wait until I can see more clearly.
Exactly.