Death has a peculiar way of appearing in our lives.
A few days ago a friend of mine who used to read this blog died.
Although we would only see each other twice a year, we used to exchange a lot of e-mails about movies.
And we was also helpful in some tough times.

Today I visited my mother and she told me she thinks she's going to die soon.
And she grabbed my hand and confessed "I don't want to die yet."
It was a heartbreaking moment.
my eyes got full of tears.
It was such an honest moment,
such a human moment.
It was life and human emotions at its most basic and true.
yes, I hate how death creeps on our lives.
always there.
not spoken.