I was recently talking with a couple girlfriends about the journey we call life. They were discussing friendships that have ended over the years, and the sadness they had over not being able to maintain them. I couldn’t help but think about the relationships that dissolved after I lost my dad to suicide. The aftershock of a suicide loss is strong. Not only do you lose the person you loved dearly, but you often lose the life you once knew. With that comes the loss of friendships and relationships. This can add to your pain as you struggle to see nothing but loss in your life. I have been there, and here is what I have learned since. The people I lost weren’t meant to be there forever. They were only meant to be there for a season. They were part of my journey, and I am thankful for that. Shifting my focus offered me a sense of satisfaction and joy that was missing for a long time. I learned to no longer resent those who left, but be thankful for their presence in my journey.