Today was a good day. Odd, that, because I was at a funeral. But when taking part in the letting go I tend to remember the things to which I hold on. I get to ponder on why such a wonderful woman picked up and moved a thousand miles to take on an insane proposition. I get to look at my life and know that those whose pride and respect I need do indeed respect me. I get to watch those I love help those they love. And I get to grow.