I was not able to chat with my husband today. I just woke up with his call, telling me, he wanted to sleep early because he has an early trip tomorrow morning going to Florida for his Dad’s funeral. Right now, I still could not believe his Dad rested. I was still hoping the kids can see him if we decided to migrate, they were not able to see their grand parents, my parents, because they were gone since I was a child. Life is so mysterious sometimes; we never know what will happen next. But whatever things that would happen along the way, we should be strong enough to move on with our each journey. I know it would be so hard for my husband to go back there when he knows he has no Dad to see, to talk and to laugh with anymore. I hope everything will be fine when he gets back.