It's been one year and 8 days since his death. I'm thinking, I've been deploring about his passing, till this very second. On his death anniversary, where were the human beings who said they loved him and would remember him forever? And I was left alone to sing the sad lament in my heart, desperately trying to find a chance to scream, wail, bawl, mourn and dispense whatever dsyphoria left within. I never received the chance; I didn't really wanted the chance. Enough anguish were seen before his death, how could I introduce more distress after the funeral is over? Michelle, you're up there in the great skies, I only wish, you'll give him the peace he deserves so much.