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  • Losing your loved ones is not easy. It's like a large part of you has been torn away, and unlike most tribulations that you know you can fix, this is as permanent as can be. The pain never really goes away, I suppose. One just learns to pile on the joys that exist in one's life such that it gets tucked away in a corner, well hidden from everyday sight. Nevertheless, life goes on and so must we.

    This bench resides in the small garden of my grandparents' house. After meals with the family, a good number of us sit there to smoke, sip wine, and unwind. Throughout the years, change has seen the house slowly lose its inhabitants. Two have moved to another country, and two have moved on from this life. My grandmother was one - she died a few years ago. My grandfather is currently bedridden in the hospital. The bench that used to be a joyous monument to a family that was very closely knit has this afternoon become a sad reminder of the slowly fading times we have together.

    Nevertheless, life goes on and so must we.
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