Should I ask for a shoulder to lean from my sister? No, she has her own problems. Should I ask for my brother's company? I don't think so, he has a dying business to tend. My mom? She's heart broken, not now. My friends? I don't have any right now. Some left and some are just like me, looking for something or someone that will help us water the thirst in our empty souls.
I am standing in front of my memory board. I was the happiest when we install this board two months earlier. It contains pictures of the people dear to me. People who I thought will be right here next to me sharing both our happiness and sorrows.
As I live this place, I might bring some of those memories and some will buried six feet under ground. As I step out of this dull room, hopefully I will find my brightest star that will lighten my darkest sky.
