I lost my father Sunday. He had been sick for some time, and we knew this day would come. As prepared as you think you may be, it seems you are never ready to say good-bye to someone you love. The world always feels a little smaller without them, and there is an empty space where they used to reside. As my week went on, a deep sadness settled in as I had time for everything to settle in. A quiet sadness. My mind began to process all things unsaid, all the "should have's"