We know that death comes to one and all. Intellectually, I was somewhat prepared, but emotionally I was not. Death is never easy and worst when it’s a parent. We experience so much more grief and pain that we sometimes get mad at the entire world. We question ourselves, we sometimes even question the Lord, but we have to remember that death is the cycle of life. Someone is born and someone dies. Please allow me to share some of my memories of parents with you. Who they were, their death and how it affected me. Also, how I was able to get over my loss, my depression and find peace