My grandma’s friend Sandy lost her husband a few days ago. They live in Arizona (I think) and his wife was there in Massachusetts to help their daughter with wedding plans (she’s getting married sometime this year, I think).  They got the call a few days after Sandy had flown to Massachusetts, so he was alone when he died. I really can’t imagine what that would be like, and I hope I don’t have to find out. Not only did she lose her father, but she lost him just a few months before her wedding. She no longer has him to walk her down the aisle. Little girls dream for years about their wedding, and a father to walk her down the aisle is a natural part of that dream. The pain of not being able to see that part of the dream come true would be so hard to bear. My heart goes out to them.