I just DON'T feel the pain.
by Naomi Richeson
Well I don't tell my story often because I don't want anyone's pity. It all began in 2005 when I lost my nephew .He was 17 and they say he committed suicide. Everyone in the family believes different. Anyhow my sister was so devastated at the loss of her son she was going crazy. Then two years later she was sitting in a vehicle parked on curb and was hit head on by a drunk driver killing her. I didn't know what to feel, think, or do. Then in the same year five months later my second child was abducted at two years old his name was Ephram Richeson. The next year I became pregnant and at five months the father of my child dies from rare heart disorder. Then same year my close friend gets murdered. The following year my best friend dies from overdose. The following year my girlfriend dies she was ran over by man in truck. Hit and run. Then I meet someone helps me get through it and he dies eight months later. Then this year my dad passes from cirrosis and eight months later my mom dies. When will it end?