Which is more valuable? The living, or the dead? Seems like a simple question. The living right? But how come only when you're dead do people realize the value of life? I don't think people think of their last times. Last time seeing a loved one, their last time speaking with someone, or even last time going somewhere. Because we think we are promised a tomorrow. That the people closest to us will continue to grow old with us. That you'll be able to watch their hairs turn gray. People say that flowers are most received when you're dead. When the kindled light of life burns out, that's when you are recognized as valuable. I thought I was smart enough to realize the value of life itself, but I never truly did. I didn't think I'd have to find out through such a devastating, and horrific way either. Never would I have thought that seeing the ones I loved lose their life in a flash of a second, would make me realize the sacred value in life. And it all began on October 21st on a Thursday morning...