A couple of days ago, March 11^th is a day that is remembered in our family, as the day we lost a brother. I brought up the calculator on my computer to check to see how many years it has been, and the answer was 47. I left the calculator up with that number for the next few days; to remind me how long we survived in our own lives.

We were originally nine siblings and that day we became eight. For the next 47 years, it has been touch and go for a few of us, but we have all survived, for we all have tasks we are meant to complete before leaving.

Today, Dani has been told our good friend Khris passed away. Since he was a vodka man, I pulled out my only bottle of Russian Standard I purchased right after the Russian-Ukraine war began, before it was purged from store shelves. I poured a glass and went outside and toasted the good man. All good people have regrets after someone passes away, and I wished I would have rolled his wheelchair out on the patio and just sat with him, while trying to decipher his wonderful Indian accent.

But as with all regrets in life, the only thing we can do is learn from them and continue. Because it is a well-known fact, Life will always go on, and we have to accept it, and learn from it.

Rest in Peace, my good Friend.