One
year
ago
today
was
the
last
eight
days
with
U.G.
I
never
thought
my
heart
would
feel
so
torn
in
two.
The
sorrow
has
carved
itself
so
deeply
within
me
I
can't
imagine
anything
else
happening
as
real
as
this.
Incredible
Stupendous
Sorrow
wandering
around
dazed
after
a
year
of...
What?
He
was
so
real
He
makes
all
of
this
seem
unreal.
Maybe
that's
how
the
Apostles
felt
after
Jesus
left.
Same
with
Buddha
and
Mohammed.
When
Rebe Sherson
died
one
of
his
disciples
said,
"It's
not
true:
he
can't
die."
I
know
how
she
felt.
It's
not
true.
U.G.
can't
die.
How
could
he
do
this
to
us?