During this time, I lost three of my grandparents and a few close friends. I got into the habit of going to funerals. This one was no different. The only thing that was different was my father. I got over it pretty quickly. My father's death had a profound impact on my outlook on life and time. In fact, this was the first time I thought about how much time I had left? Whereas when my grandfather died, it was all about emotion. It was also a learning experience as I had never dealt with death before. Now that I am 38 years old; 13 years after my father died and 28 years after my grandfather died, I find that my perspective is changing even more quickly. I often ask myself “what is time?” » I come back with the same answer every time I think about it. Time is our most precious commodity. More valuable than anything we own or possess. This cannot be purchased. Time is constantly moving. Once it's over, it's gone, never to be repeated again. We can't go back and do what we did again. As death has proven time and time again; we all only have a limited amount of