Twelve years and one day ago, I buried my father. These last twelve years have seen some of the hardest times I've ever had to experience, and yet somehow I feel blessed through it all. As I prayed tonight, I felt like these twelve years are the closing of an era or major chapter in my life. This first day after the conclusion of the previous chapter marks the beginning of new and better times. As I drove home from the sweat, I felt genuinely different than ever before. Somehow I felt older and wiser, as if one day can really change a person. In reality, these years changed me. As painful as it was, I'm better for everything I lived.