Recently, while watching TV, I heard a woman say, "If you can't go back, you'd best go forward." Such simple, truthful, advice. I cling to that advice every day. In my deep grief and sadness about my own mortality, I find strength in that saying. I can't go back. My mother is dead. I must go forward. I have children and grandchildren, a wife, friends, relatives, all of whom deserve my investment in our shared future. I need to take the days as they come and just keep going forward in the simple ways that I am able. Perhaps just sweeping a floor or making a phone call will be enough to tell someone else I love them. One day at a time, always going forward.