And a year has passed ...

And so a year has gone by since that soul passed away. Today, at odd times I would remember - at this time she was alive, now, oh god now she must have gotten hurt and by now she was gone.

Made me think - 

- One never knows when it is going to be one's last day.

- One never knows the last time one would say bye to a beloved sibling. 

- One never knows the last time one would plan a joyous occasion with friends.

- So many lasts..... Too many lasts...

And so many I have gone through. Each loss is a drip of acid on my heart.

Why ARE we here ? Everything seems meaningless in the end.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.