We bury ourselves many times before others ultimately bury us. Sometimes we say goodbye with a sigh of relief. Other times, it feels as though we are dragged from that which we hold. And then there are times we walk away because there is nothing left for which to stay. And each time, we grieve because it is a farewell to what was. And that is what it means to live…to die and be reborn into new experiences and challenges for as long as grace provides us the opportunity.

C.L. Harmon