The strange thing about losing someone is there are always all these chapters that come to an end. You think, "this is the end of a chapter" when the funeral is over, then you disperse the belongings and think "no wait, THIS is the end of this chapter," but it's not. Then there is a new marriage, a new wife, the house sells and you think this is the end of this chapter or an era. But it's not... for my sweet Dad this is not the end, but a new beginning, and he is excited for it. A big part of me is selfish and wants to keep my dad with me forever, after all, I'm his little girl. Except, I'm not little, I'm married, I have a family of my own, and I'm not entirely his anymore and he is not entirely mine. I mourn for my children who are losing a Grandpa who was with them weekly for the last few years, and while there is Skype, email, and the occasional visit, it won't be equal to that one on one time they had. They will manage, I will manage, it's what we do, keep moving forward, one chapter at a time, because when one chapter comes to an end, a new chapter begins full of possibility.