My poor grandmother Hudis. Lonely, without a loving husband, disabled and unable to speak English. She must have been miserable here.
What am I doing here?This place is so lonely.
I sympathize deeply for my grandmother but inside of me I have begun to realize my own humanity. I am no longer the boy that looked in the mirror. I know my true identity and purpose now.
I am satisfied with the answers I have received about my family. Tomorrow I will return to New York.
There is such a big difference between life and death. The greatest gift one can give is life while the greatest sin one can make is to take that life away. I swear to live a life free of things to live or die by.