I lost my grandmother today at 9:00am, she lived to the right old age of 97, "God Bless Her Soul". Is it true that our lives are pre-determined??? If so, why??? We were blessed or should I say cursed with "Free Will", what's free about it really? We're faced with some much loss, some much grief, some much heartache... the void that can't seem to be filled or replaced. If it's free then why do we continuously pay so much... I'm forced to go on, yet again, go through the motions, pretend that I'm ok, cry when no ones looking because they think that I'm so strong...It's been 5 months, I'm not fully over one set of grief and here comes another. Pain can't be weighed or measured.. When you get used to someone, no matter what they're weaknesses or strenghts were, it's hard to just forget them or move on. You get tired of starting over, and for what, just to get hurt all over again... It's like a never ending cruel cycle...We Love someone only to Lose them...