the article which awarded me a gold prize on a colleague who suffered from stomach cancer passed away a month ago.

A colleague who supposed to greet her new year with this award told me this news today, he said he was very sorry when he read my message.

I knew her situation was not good when I wrote this article. she did not want to contact colleagues any more when she got worse and worse. however, her husband gave me her mother's telephone number because he believed me I could do something good for her, but she just said she was not good and she did not leave this impression to her friends. she asked me not to visit her until she recover some day. she believe whatever I wrote on her will made her more beautiful than she was.

later, some other colleagues tried to connect her with this number, her mother said she did not want to leave a bad impression to the world......seemed her mother had already prepared her death at that time, I could not believe she could die when she was so young......

in such a terrible wind and rain day, I enjoy the quiet in a big house in England. I am so luck that I still survive. I still have a chance to see how wind blow the world with its coldness. I still cherish a hope that someday we can meet somewhere.

May I wish the new year bring me lot's lot's meetings with my old friends?