It had been 10 years and nothing had changed. The sereneness of the water reflected back the memory of the day that his body met his watery death. My heart started aching as the wailing escaped my mouth. The expression of the grief overwhelmed my senses as I dropped to my knees and wailed louder and longer. A darkness overcame me and I felt powerless to it. I could not move and the wailing sounded like a distant dream. I felt my soul escaping my body and float high above and looking down at myself curled up in fetal position. This was how my shell of a being looked. It looked pitiful and I did not want to go back to it.