Other survivors have told me I need to tell my story over and over. The universe is mad of stories, not atoms. I am the only one who can tell my story-the story of my relationship with my loved one, the story of my loved one's death, and all that goes with it. In my mind I hold the conversations, the sights and sounds, the details surrounding the death. It is all right to tell the story that wells up inside me. I don't need to hold it in and press it down. I can tell it and tell it until I no longer need to. Each time I tell my story, I remove one small bit of hurt from inside me. I ease my wound. Rest in peace Christopher Lee Gaona 2-12-88 7-24-10