Going to the hospital brings back painful memories. A lucky thing it was not the same hospital. I can never bear to step foot in the premises again anytime soon. Being a highly visual person, the memories keep coming back like a video replayed again and again. It is incredibly difficult to remove the images from my head. It was the longest week in my life, I went to the hospital with her in an ambulance and came back wih her in a jenazah van. It is not something easily forgotten. It is a dangerous thing to love - because everything you go, you see the one you love. I ask myself sometimes whether this love is frowned upon, yet this very love is what God puts in my heart.