I was standing by the stove playing head chef in my Grandma's kitchen. There we were, post my Grandfather’s passing - Myself, Grandma, Dad, and Uncle Rich. We spent ten full days together trying to navigate losing a husband, father, and grandfather. You’re never prepared for such moments. You just do your best to get through it one step at a time. Time was fluid. The days seemed long and yet short at the same time. We took walks, and lounged around the living room responding to heartfelt condolences but mostly, we cooked. We made massive, elaborate meals altogether. With a vegan, a vegetarian, and a gluten-free Uncle in the house, I had my work cut out for me. The challenge was accepted. I got very creative. I’ll be honest, sometimes it worked out, and sometimes I realized how kind my relatives are… Cooking was the only thing my brain could focus on. We hovered in the kitchen together telling stories, reminiscing, laughing, and crying. When this song came on, my uncle turned to me - I love the lyrics he said with a smile. We stopped and listened. What a powerful message about life and how to do your best to live it to its fullest. In a way, it gave us a moment of pure honor to a man who followed the message of this song whole heartily and taught us all how to do the same.