Three of my good friends have lost a parent this week. Their loss has brought back the feelings and experiences in losing my own mother. Interestingly enough, I’m staying at the house of my own friend who lost her father unexpectedly today. No one saw it coming. He was only 62 and died out of a heart attack.

It’s one of those days when I finally understand why I am where I am and it’s not why I thought you were. Obviously, the reason I felt inspired to take this trip this summer is so that I could be here with my friend Martina and offer what comfort I can.