It was heartbreaking to lose someone who had had such an incredible impact on my life, someone I had seen at least once a week, every week, since my siblings and I were young. He and I would always sit at his table after Sunday lunches, discussing school, life, and his time in the navy. He always encouraged me to do what made me happy. He wanted me to live my life for myself, not for those around me. The second event took place a week after he passed away. My sister along with her husband and two children were set to move across the country to Alaska. I had never gone more than a few days without seeing them, and now they would be thousands of miles away. It became nearly impossible to make sense of what I wanted to achieve after these two huge losses in my life. I had to keep going, though, because I had promised my grandpa I would live for myself and give myself a good life. I had to keep going for my niece and nephew, to show them that you should not let your grief hold you