One's life is an amazing tapestry, which is the person's only imprint on this earth "Suddenly, I heard a murmur, a whisper, behind me, as in a voice from a hushed crowd. And I felt a caring arm on my shoulders. "She looks very beautiful and serene," I heard a voice whisper in my ear. That was Mrs. Eves, Carla's mom. I laid my head on her shoulder, and began to sob. And my mom joined us, in our moment of grief. My mother too was heaving with her sad cry Carla had passed away almost two hours before, by then A menacing and mysterious disease had taken hold of Carla, since her early childhood. It was a long battle, and I had witnessed more than half of its progression throughout. That afternoon, my life had fallen into a spiral that was by many orders of magnitude stranger than the "Black Holes" in the skies Everything felt beyond consolation to me."