There once was a time when the loss of my daughter made the world seem to end. But it went on, even if it continued as I watched it go by, it still went on. It seemed at the time that no matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, my world would never be the same, and therefore was over. In many ways that is true today, the world I knew then is over, but my life continues.  Today its just different,  sure the responsibilities and the pressures from life were there then and they continue to...