I had two years of my life that were nonstop heartbreak and loss. For three years, my father figure was battling cancer. He eventually passed away and when that happened, I could either let it bring me down and be angry at what I was loosing... or I could be grateful for the thirteen years I had with him. The next year, my best friend left me, as well. I had a choice whether to be happy or not. You fall many times in life but get up a little stronger each time you rise back up.