My mom died in 2024. My dad died two months later. I know life isn't fair, but I still find myself asking, why them? Why did my parents have to go through that while people who abuse their bodies, hurt others, commit terrible crimes, and seem to contribute nothing but pain keep walking around like nothing happened? I know I'm not God. I don't get to decide who stays and who goes. But it still makes me angry. My mom was hit out of nowhere with cancer. Just two months after she passed, my dad had just made it to Arizona to enjoy the heat and spend time with a friend when he died alone. Neither got the peaceful ending I wish they had. My sister found my mom in a way no one should ever have to find a parent. Mother's Day, Father's Day, birthdays, holidays, family gatherings—they all hurt more now. I miss them every day, and some days I still can't make sense of why they had to leave the way they did.