I'm not sure which hurt more, 

My mother's tears or my father's body.

I'm not sure which broke my heart into two the most,

My mother's wailing or the fact that we had just spoken the day before.

I'm really not sure which was a harder pill to swallow,

The realization that my mother would never be the same again,

Or the fact that our last conversation had been a quarrel.

From the moment I heard her screams, I knew my life would change forever 

I might not know much, but I know that I know nothing anymore.

I know that soon, all I've ever known and loved will be buried six feet into the earth.

If that happens - when that happens, what's the point of knowing anything anymore?