the pangs we feel are bittersweet my friend. For me it was my grandmother. I try to be glad of the influence she had.rather than just missing her. I still cry thinking of her too but it is a grateful odd kind of pain. He would be proud of you man, you are kind and loving... a truly valiant man.
Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee. let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, thou damned whale! Thus, I give up the spear!"