Oh dear, I am so sorry Yogi, if it is any consolation, I kind of know what you are going through, back in 2007, my Grandma passed too, she was just how you described yours, but she was only 68, and was taken before her time because of too large of an amount of anesthesia during a knee replacement surgery.

I was quite despondent for a while, but, I realized that she is in a better place, and that, things, will eventually get better; and Yogi I am sure that you will notice the same thing

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Rest in Peace, Nana Yogi




He - (Simón Bolívar) - was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes and his dreams was at that moment reaching the finishing line. The rest was darkness. "Damn it," He sighed. "How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!"

So what’s the labyrinth?

That’s the mystery isn’t it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape - the world, or, the end of it?