At a small gathering this week, it came up that a friend's brother was killed in a car accident back home in Europe. Our friend received the news while out at a bar here in Shanghai, his reaction itself that day could only be described as 'awful, simply awful'.

A close friend of mine yesterday informed us that he found his sister dead in their mother's home in the US earlier this week. She had died in her sleep, proper cause unknown at this point. She was in her mid-thirties.

How are we supposed to reconcile with life's injustice and cruelties? How does one begin to accept that life can indeed be unfair, and be at peace with that when there's still so much pain to wade through? Where do we find the strength and courage to trudge ahead? Why didn't our loved ones have enough of the same strength and courage to make it through in the first place? Why simply isn't there enough of it to go around?

Bloody full moon again, the biggest of the year. I can't stop crying.

My grandfather died today twenty years ago.

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