i just came back from the funeral and bedija was the only one i knew among the. seeing bedija's face nearly broke me down, her cheerfulness came before my eyes and i couldn't believe it was her, lying so peacefully never to wake up again. I think that it personally effects all of us who shared a similar life with them, kids who left home in the pursuit of higher education, we all have the same dreams, our parents all have similar dreams and hopes. I can't imagine what their family must be going through, when I think about it, it could have been me too, i could have been in the same situation, if something happens to me my parents wont be able to see me either, most of us are in the same situation and that's what's painful too. It's possible to think about being in their shoes. It's just so sad I can't even seem to explain.