In a blink of an eye

   Having a lovely, peaceful dinner in a home-y restaurant, can you tell what happened next?

You sure won't be able to make a wild guess in a million years. This photo was taken last year. A normal early dinner with good family friends. We share spontaneous laughs and funny stories with no idea - feeling - thought of what sad news is about to be heard. After this dinner, several moments later, she received a phone call...

ran straight to her car by the parking lot, and broke down to cry. 

My lola is gone.

I saw the sadness in her eyes.

At some point, I know how that first feeling went.

I felt the exact severe and overwhelming grief that she had when she answered that call. This happened last year. But I can still clearly recall how it had happened. This makes my heart ache so bad that I want to cry, too. However, this doesn't make me less of a person. It only makes us stronger. This kind of tribulation is to let us know that losing a family member has the only right to scar our hearts deeply and not just some stupid person struggling to tear us apart. 

I only cry when I think of you.

I remember all my memories of you.

If I could ask our Creator one question,

"Sometimes, does he think of me, too?"