i lost my brother a year and half after i was paralyzed at red light, my first plane trip post was to pick coffin, clothes, make funeral arrangements, etc. i almost lost it. he was 35. cancer. then mom, dad, my cousin, my best friend and more. i just am having hard time finding a reason for all this.
why am i alive and these beautiful, wonderful ppl dead? why? i'm doing nothing to help our world. they were. WHY?