Retrospection.

Picture it: October 10, 2003; a wonderfully lucid calm day. Yet someone is about to experience one of the greatest tragedies an adolescent will ever face: the death of a parent. You are lost in your neophyte naivete of dolescence. How could this happen? Why is this happening to me? what did I do to make this happen? Will I survive? And then you wake up to October 6, 2007. Man, almost 4 years. You want to be freed from this bondage of suffering. You yearn to be free but are tied down to your past like a slave to a slave ship. In four days all of the emotions felt by your 13 year old self you will revisit. Sometimes you wonder if this is some sort of virtual reality imagination or a parallel universe where bad things happen. But then, you look up in your own universe; and it starts to rain.