Gone with a piece of me

Each one of us is born of a parent and I think there is some unbreakable bond that comes with it. By far parents remain the single most precious gift we can get as humans. I don’t care if yours is a drunk or drug addict or poor or rich or whatever weakness they have; each parent is to be treated with respect and honor.

With that said, poor, rich, young, old, white or black something coequals us. Death. The death of a parent.