Moments before our walk that afternoon, I realized the path ended too soon. Not long enough to hold his hand, this amazing person, this loving man. Not long enough to engage his eyes and remember his always brimming with pride. Not long enough to stand by his side, as he was by mine after every rough tide. Not long enough to laugh with him still, after every bad joke, after every tough hill. Not long enough to walk with this man, who has taught me to be the person I am. Not long enough as we walked by his wife, to thank them both for my wonderful life. In all the walks I've taken in my life, first as a girl and now as a wife, I'll remember that walk I took with my father and always wish it could have been longer.