I've been on a seemingly never ending spiral the past year and a half. Life has changed for everyone within my family; I've lost my Pop and my Father-in-Law, who was more like the Father I never had. My mother got increasingly frail and was placed in a nursing home. Nothing more humbling than a visit to a nursing home. It puts you in your place, you stop complaining about the traffic, the job, the long line at the food store. You savor the sunrise, the sunset, being able to spend an endless day walking on the beach.

This experience has taught me the value of the short time we are given, we never know the time we have, don't waste it. Getting mad while waiting in line, does it really matter? Are you late getting home by five minutes...will it matter a year from now? Treat each other with kindness and respect, what a wonderful world it would be if everyone could remember to do so.