But Why?

Oil, spray paint and yarn on wood board 10x10

The question “but why?” has been a repetitive thought in my mind since my mother was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. “Why me?” is a common question amongst those who are faced with difficult situations in life, those who are faced with grief. Why me? Why my family? Why my mom? Why my people? Just why? In a moment of extreme despair, my friend once told me that some people just carry the weight of the world on their shoulders, and all I could think of to respond with was, “but why?”