I've been around the world more than 20 times. I've fought in a war, lived in other countries, and been locked up abroad. I should've died many times before now, yet here I remain. Meanwhile, since 2021, I've lost my father, mother (2023) and wife (2024). Also passing during this same time, my last uncle and my last two aunts. My only sibling has been dead since 2013. I have no children. I am the last of my family, and I'm all alone. Strange feeling to say the least. Every day is a gift and blessing but sometimes I wonder what I'm supposed to do now.