Always there are different moods when the flight is taken,
at the beginning of last year often hurrily rushed to the hosipital directly after my plane landed.
During that time, had been afraid if it would be the last time could be able to see the dearest family member who fell sick in the hosipital.
In the end, heaven is the last resort.
Meanwhile, I need quiet place in my mind,
I stopped the other blog where I lost motivation to continue writing, as well as the inappropriate timing to bring my own sadness to blogger friends during New Year holidays.
Time flees, a year passed, still every time when the plane takes off, it always reminds me my family member.
Many things are recalled and there is the feeling of from far to near.
