My Dad died seventeen years ago. It could have happened yesterday as my mind vividly remembers every moment. Do you have moments in your life that slow down preserving every detail? I had gone on a trip to California and Vancouver when my dad began his journey to the end of life. I remember the last words he said to me, “You go and have a good time.” I had a fleeting thought that he was taking a turn since he was getting weaker, though my mind preferred the comfort of denial.