This weekend, I lost a beloved family member. We were not family by blood, but definitely family none-the-less. He was the grandpa I needed in my life. Today was the viewing. I went, wanting to pay my respects, but was immediately slapped with difficulty in approaching him. See, I had not been inside of a funeral home since 2006 when we had to say goodbye to my father. I struggled to even go inside. Once inside, I couldn't do it - at least not right away. So instead, I sat for nearly two hours visiting with old family and friends, laughing and enjoying myself. As the time neared to end, I knew it was time. With support from others, I was able to say my goodbyes. I faced a memory of sadness today and conquered it.