As we experience life it changes constantly for each of us and in the process we are changed by it. Recently when I attended the visitation to honor a friend’s father who had recently passed away, I was thrown back into memories of my own father’s visitation and funeral. There were so many memories – watching my father pass away in a hospital room and not being able to do anything about it, the blur of the many faces of friends and family afterwards, my daughter’s hand holding mine tight through everything, and my husband holding me up through it all. When my mom passed away, we all knew she…