After the funeral, my grand-father hugged me and I’ll never forget what he said. He told me that he had just lost the love of his life, the most important thing in the world to him and that it hurt like hell. He said he probably wouldn’t ever be the same. But then he look me straight in the eyes; he said that this time with her was something with her he would never trade, that it was the only thing worth living for. He told me to find that. He told me that once I had that, nothing else would be as important. And he said, once I found it, to cherish it and never let it go.