Thursday, May 29, 2008
Rick Hundal, my older brother, died of a sudden heart-attack yesterday.
We were close as kids but as adults there was a chasm between us for so many reasons, none of which seem to matter at this moment, as I grieve his death.
I can't stop crying and the pain is so deep it hurts right down to the inner fibre of my being.
I'll write more about him later ... when it doesn't hurt so much.
Why do the good people die and the nasty evil ones continue to live?