How can it make you forget your mother or your father or a sister or brother who one has lost? We keep remembering them. We keep crying. We feel attached with their voices, with their belongings. And life keeps us teaching lessons every day. And I can only sit here and think and grieve and moan. But yesterday was a different day. Today is another one tomorrow again a commitment. Have to go to work. Yes, I can take one or two days leave