It is already close to dusk when I finish reading Justice's memoirs. I put the notebook down on my lap in a very calm way. I take a deep breath, hold it in for a brief moment, and release it.
My heart is a tangle of indecipherable emotions. I seem to feel longing, anger, guilt, reluctance, and more that I cannot depict. The feelings I have been harboring are digging deeper into my soul. I feel like it will take forever for these emotions to set me free.
Exactly one month ago, we put Justice to rest. She is now lying beside her parents, knowing that she will like it that way.
Her death makes me realize how a fleeting moment between life and death is. We don't know when a person's time is up. That even includes our life. One second, you can still be warm and breathing, then you may also j
