When I chose “change” as my word for 2024, I knew some of that change would be painful. And so it is. Last Friday (May 24), just after dinner, with my mom and I and two of our dearest friends sitting by his side, my dad exhaled for the last time. No matter how ready you think you are, you never are. Every loved one is taken from you too soon. I was so grateful to have my newsletter for last Sunday already written and scheduled because there was no thinking after that. In the next few hours, I...