This is how the closest person to me felt when she found out she can't attend Pink Floyds' concert in Hyde park, London on 2nd of July 2005..
Just and just because her fucking study permit would expire a day before the concert and she had to go back to wherever she was coming from..
Crossing London, she stayed seven hours in Heathrow on July 1st 2005 dreaming about the day after, somewhere she couldn't be...
She was in the right place at the wrong time..

Two days after, when she picked up the phone and heard that her grandpa has passed away, she couldn't care less about yesterday..
She was truly in the wrong place at the wrong time..
All she wanted at that moment was to be there, but she wasn't..
Nothing ever can replace that for her
Nothing.