One may say that losing a beloved one is dying a little. I would certainly agree with that assertion. The lost, really, is not of 'somebody' or 'something'. All things must pass on this earth. The cruel mourning that we have to cope with is rather of our very own Being. The monstrous silence that we feel when we happen to cross the everyday paths used by the lost one is echoing so loud inside, reverberating so long through every veins to every parts of ourselve, that we seem to be fainting and dying more and more... The lost of a loved one is like an unwanted puncture in our personal Love portfolio. The good thing is that the love we once gave could never die, and be relayed infinitely! As long as we stay alive...

And just to stay somewhat on-topics, why don't we call the next drill hit the 'Trixie Niche'!

GLTA.

BaBe.