No, not again. It hurts. I can barely breath. Not another, please.

Please tell me that he's fine, that it's all a coincidence, that that name in the funeral hall isn't his. Please?

These hours are always the worst. The hope is the worst part of this. Hoping that it's all a lie, or thinking that the doctors may do something...It's the thing that hurts most when the news turn out to be true and definite.

I don't know him, but I can't accept this. I can't accept history repeating itself time and time again. I just can't.

It hurts so much.

Please, if you need to talk, I'm here. I know how it feels to lose someone so dear. Please take care