These were the people who shaped lives, who shaped my life. They weren't famous enough to get an obituary in the big newspapers. But they were the people who cared, who gave me moments each day that I looked forward to.
Everything stopped. I froze where I was. I didn't want to move because moving meant that he
was actually dead and that I would have to feel it. I would have to feel things that I never felt
before because Quddus was "home" for me.
Those near and dear to us will feel our absence, and we trust that after we're gone, we will remain in their hearts just as those who have passed on from our lives remain in our own. And so it goes on this human journey.