The specter of death is back. My paternal grandmother remarried after my grandfather was crushed to death. Her new husband is sharpening a roofing knife when she comes home to fix him lunch. First he tries to shoot her with a shotgun, but she wrestles it away from him and starts running out the door. He grabs her and starts plunging the roofing knife into her heart, then he starts slitting her throat from ear to ear, almost decapitating her head from her body. He then takes the shotgun and blows out his heart in suicide.
After the rejection of my Mother, the death of my cousins, and now my grandmother’s wicked murder, I feel like I’ve seen so much death, torment, and rejection, that I lay on my bed weep harder and curse God!