Sometimes life *****. BIG time. And what ***** is that, it's not your fault. It is not your fault to go on that plane because you didn't know that THAT was going to happen to all of you. I wondered how excited all of you must be by the time you got into the plane. Were you thinking of your family back home? Were you thinking of how tight will your family's hug would be, once you landed into your destined destination? Were you thinking of how their faces might look once you have seen them waiting for you in the airport? The tears. The laugh. The hugs. The kisses. Those precious moments didn't happen which ****** even more. To be honest, I feel sorry. I feel sorry for being alive. I feel like I have burned my whole being. I feel sorry that I can't do something to save all of you. But mostly, I feel sorry because all that I can do right now is to be alive. To be alive for all of you. It seems unfair. Life is unfair. But I hope that I will meet all of you someday somewhere in heaven. Someday when I'm already an old young lady warm in her bed. I don't know your names. I don't know who you are. But if you are reading this now up from above, I want you to know that I love you. All of you.

Hugs and kisses from the earth,
Grace. ***