She hadn’t cried for him since that day and she didn’t play his song for months. Now and again though, even now, he’d find her listening to it, ... sad smile on her face as she lost herself in some memory and he knew that she was remembering him. And it killed him all over again. ‘I’m so sorry Nat,’ he whispered, sliding through the seat to get closer to her. It wasn’t the first time he’d apologised. He’d lost count of how many times he’d said sorry, but it didn’t change anything. He’d still hurt. But usse abhi dhang se aata nhi hoga.. Maine usse bola ki mai help ker do.. Usne pehle thodi der socha fir bola sure.Fir wo driver seat se hat gayi aur mai drive kerne laga..Tab tak maine uspe kuch jayda dhayan nhi diya tha..Bt haan aachhi modern ladki lag rahi thi.Maine i10 ko wanha se nikala aur side me kiya, usne mujhe thanks bola.Maine welcome kiya aur usse dekhne laga wo bhi mujhe dekh rahi thi..Mujhe aisa laga ki shyad usne drink ki hui hai. Usne mujhse ghar chhodne ko kehne lagi boli. He wasn't a sedentary person involving himself with golf and racquetball after having retired four years prior. He was my mother's father and they had the long life genes as opposed to my father's side who didn't. The funeral was quite heavily attended. Grandpa had been a highly respected merchant in our town and was known for his generosity. I constantly heard stories of how he helped people through the hard times of the depression. As a teen I'd gotten to the point where I didn't want to hear. Ronnie watched her go. The streets to the west were jammed with empty cars, but to the east the whole city looked empty. Ronnie wondered if they would make it. Was it safe to cross any of the bridges? And had they, like her, already begun to change without realizing it? Ronnie shuddered. It was no use worrying now. It was out of her hands.When she finally got back she already knew just by looking at the house that Alan was gone. Her heart sank, but she knew he must have held out as long as he.