I take a longer look at the words on her headstone. Brave, kind, loyal, sweet, loving, graceful, strong, thoughtful, funny, genuine, hopeful, playful, insightful, and on and onWas she, though? Was she any of those things? The words make me angry. I cant look at them any longer.Why do we romanticize the dead? Why cant we be honest about them?

I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy