This is my Mom the day of her high school graduation. I can see the happiness and excitement about life in her eyes. Now she’s gone. At the end of her funeral my Dad carried her box of ashes to the back of the church. In 1978 they took the same walk together down the same isle when they got married. But todays journey had a completely different meaning. Life is so short, and so precious. And it’s moving really, really fast. She would have wanted me to live it up, and do as much as I can in the years I have left.