The Other SupermanA Story by Christoph Poe
Lunana Annua
So she said to me: "He died yesterday." "Who died?" Last I had checked, no one I knew had passed. Her breath hardened, and her voice mellowed. "That little boy who had been fighting cancer for the past year. God finally took him." Is it strange that I find when God is brought into a situation like this it becomes awkward? I've never been one to speak about him myself. Discussing my passions with others have always been difficult, and well disturbingly awkward. My brown creased and little if any more emotion showed, but I pursued the conversation. She had discussed him not a few days before, I recalled. The child was referred to as 'Superman', and super he might have been. Now, he's but a reminder of how cruel and wonderful life is, and I suppose that's what I told her: "I felt sorry for him three days ago when you first told me about him." She wanted to curl her lips, but she didn't. "You don't feel sorry for him now?" I turned to walk away, possibly, but I starred at a white floor for moments. "I feel sorry that he never made it to seven, yes, but I don't feel sorry that he has passed. It has to be so much easier to die than it is to live. "Dying is an avoidable force of nature, and living is the pure opposite of an avoidable force. "He has accepted a gift that most of us fear, and at an age where it is hardly understood. I envy his strength even though it technically wasn't enough. "No, I don't feel sorry for him, but I feel sorry for his Mother and Father. In ten years they will wonder what kind of car he would have wanted for his sixteenth birthday. And in ten years for me, I'll be struggling with life, maybe and/or hopefully. "I think it's incredibly sad. But I think Superman is brave and indestructible, may the hero himself be an analogy for life and/or improbable death." © 2013 Christoph PoeAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on May 27, 2013 Last Updated on May 27, 2013 AuthorChristoph PoeTuscaloosa, ALAboutLaughing might be my weakness, but my humor is the only characteristic that drives my positivity in this damned world. I'm a bit blunt at times, but always respectful >>and to be blunt, I expect respe.. more.. |

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