My Personal Letter to Death (and please don’t do this Prompt again)

Dear Death,

I’ve cheated you twice, oh dark one.

You’ll not get the chance again so soon.

I need a few more years to be with my young grandchildren who still grieve my husband’s death. Sneaking away to their bedroom to cry over missing him, breaks my heart and I can’t let you do that to them again so soon.
No, I won’t. You have to wait. There are too many hugs to be given, and too many words of encouragement and praise I have yet to say. Too many views of their graduations, meeting their chosen love, so many times I need to be there. Of course I’m being selfish, I want to be there.

I’m not asking to live until I’m a hundred, or even close. Just a few more years till the littlest ones are too busy to miss me.
I hope you travel on – possibly to someone in unbearable pain with no hope for relief who is longing for your visit. As if anyone really wants you to come. Does anyone?

Take a vacation from my neighborhood for a few years, please.

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