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Two and a half years ago on an ordinary day in May I lost my best friend who happened to also be my father. I am celebrating him today by cleaning his bike and taking his dog for a walk, things we used to do together. It is a bittersweet moment, and that’s how it is often these days. Reminiscence, beauty, sadness, inspiration all mixed together. How do you accept the end of a love? I am not a religious person so gaining an understanding of this through religion was hard for me. I have accepted that although his physical presence is no longer with me I can still connect with his spiritual presence. Science has helped me to understand that matter cannot be destroyed, but it can become energy and energy can become matter, but it cannot be destroyed. In the same way he was not destroyed he has just taken on another form. That form may be the sea, or the breeze. I see him in everything. And smiling, I can say, dear one, I know you are there very close to me. I know that your nature is the nature of no birth and no death. I know that I have not lost you; you are always with me. Nothing will erase the pain, and nothing should. The depth of my pain is a measure of the depth of my love.