This past year has been quite the ride in loss and creating space. My father passed away suddenly of a heart attack in September of 2016. While he was in his 80s and he’s been gradually slowly down in the last decade and he was in rehab for weakness following a hospital stay, the death was sudden, raw and jarring. He was due to come home on Monday and he passed suddenly on Saturday, just 2 days before he was to get his biggest wish, to be at the home he built with my mom and had lived there for 49 years. But he got the next best thing, he passed quickly with my mom, his wife of 56 years, at his side.