I lost my dad in July due to a myriad of complications stemming from spinal abscesses. From stepping foot in the hospital to the very end, it was only about a day and a half. We had plans for that coming week, just the two of us. Going on a vacation up to the Adirondacks. Plans to visit family. Plans to spend as much time together as possible before I went back to college in the upcoming month. Recently I came across a quote in a book I was reading, "All your future histories can be destroyed in a single moment," and that brought a whole new side to my grief. Of course, I linger on all of our wonderful memories from the past nineteen years which bring comfort on even the darkest of days, yet what about all the highs and lows that were to come? His retirement. My graduation. Who would be there to walk me down the aisle? What would I tell my kids about their grandfather? Everything I banked on would need to be rewritten in a different way. Yes, I know he's with me always and probably over my shoulder watching right now, but our lives were meant to be intertwined in a more concrete sense. He would always say to me, "Grace, life is equally UNFAIR to everyone," but I wish that wasn't the case. I am grateful for what we got to experience together, but he deserved more. Today marks eight months without him, and there isn't a day that goes by where I don't think about him. I love you with all my heart, Dad.