My mother’s mother is an unfortunate woman. She lost a daughter at its infancy, a son died at his childhood, a daughter died leaving three little kids – she raised the youngest one of them. Her husband died in her mid forties. Never married again she lived most of her adult life alone. Later her oldest child (daughter) died in her forties. Two of her son-in-laws whom she loved dearly also died. I am sure every death of her loved one left a gaping hole in her heart. Her husband’s death made her helpless and scared too. She may have lived her life in fear of getting another death news. Now she is mostly sick and very fragile in her eighties. She has 7 living children but she only sees them one at a time most of the time since they don’t live nearby. Her oldest living daughter (my mother) lives in the USA, so she can only see her once in a 4/5 years (she lives in Bangladesh). Life is not fair – not even close to it.