When I lost my mother, I sat down to write a book about being a mother-less daughter. As soon as my I typed the first words, I realized that I was writing the wrong book. The book I had in my mind discounted all of the other loss in my life and how it had changed me. My first book would be about all the grief experienced, losing my father, my grandparents, my first adult dog, my mother and even myself... and what each loss had taught me. I thought that sharing my experiences might help someone else deal with their own grief... or maybe teach someone how to handle someone else's grief. In the end, I hope I wrote something that everyone I have lost can look down on and feel proud.