At this point I have lost three of my grandparents and a couple of close friends. I got used to going to funerals. This was no different. The only thing that was different was that he was my father. I got over it pretty quickly. My father's death has a profound impact on my perspective on life and time. In fact it was the first time I considered how much time do I have left? Instead, when my grandfather died it was all about the emotion of the loss. It was also a learning experience as I had never dealt with death before. Now that I'm 38; 13 years after my father's death and 28 years after my grandfather's death, I find my perspective changing even more rapidly. 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 precious than anything we own or have. It cannot be bought. Time is in constant movement. Once passed, it is gone, never to be repeated again. We can't go back and redo everything we've done. As death has proven many times; we all only have so much