Lost I

It has been a while I don't write except on projects' notebooks.
Death was, till May this year 2010 in Margão, India, the longer conscious inner insurmountable obstacle of my life. I lost my father when I was 17 years old and with his death my life dream died too but it took me 15 years to buried it and to be able to dream me again.
Last 10 years I lived in India where I dig deep, planted five beans like Jack and started to climb. Higher and higher I´m climbing, not reached the top so far nor the strange road that seems to lead to the magic hen, or maybe yes. India has given me friends and people that have reached my core in unimaginable ways.
A couple of hours ago I came to know that the girlfriend of a very special (Indian) man (to me) died at the age of 27. Their friends created a Facebook profile called "Remember (...)" X.
Death crossed my path in a different way today.