Hospitals give me the creeps. I always believe (hope, could be a more appropriate word) that I have not developed the fear of hospitals but every time I get into a hospital, I suddenly feel all the feelings I felt when I was caring Nate. The hospital scent, scenes are all too familiar. I find myself depressing after. The memory of how I felt are still very fresh. I remember all the prayers I bombarded heaven with. I remember all the bargains. I remember every tear. I find it hard to shake it off.

Today I visited a good friend. I had hoped he get healed and recovered. Unfortunately, he did not. May his soul rest in peace.