What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind...
here's hoping you still like me in the morning
-one of the only things i am certain to be an undeniable truth-
"Death is as sure for that which is born, as birth is for that which is dead."
-Bhagavad Gita
oh yeah and i'm mexican