All of a sudden, amidst the apocalyptic Ontarian snowfall, the sun comes out, blinding me and everyone in the office. I am convinced that if my daughter, away at university, had ever stopped crying that day, she too would have received some sort of message. I saw that the pain I was feeling had more to do with me than him. But I also saw that the pain I was feeling had more to do with me than him. This way, death is not a loss, but a transition.

Source: Huffington Post March 01, 2019 17:48 UTC