When someone dies, i could never feel sorrow or sadness for those around them nor i do to the deceased. I feel grief, due to an ending of another human life. The same grief i feel after finishing a book, amplified to one hundred times more. I guess my uncle had a lot going for him, it's such a shame he went so soon. But i believe peace is upon him, which is better than anything in this mortal world. I won't say the usual eulogy routine about going on and on about falsified greatness and hypocrisy. But i will say nothing but the truth when i say :
He lived his life more than any man i knew could live
R.I.P Om Igor. Peace be upon your soul.
