There are people that come into our lives and leave tiny footprints when we are not looking. They leave them on our hearts and in our laughs and in the way we move our hands when we tell a story. They leave these little footprints like maps so that whenever we feel lost without them, we can retrace their steps and remember the memories they gave us, the laughs we cried over, the tears we healed from, the manners we learned from. Sometimes they leave so many, it's hard to see which ones came from them and which ones are our own. Sometimes the tide comes in and we get worried some of them will wash away. Sometimes the wind blows fast, the rain falls hard and we think, how will those little footprints ever remain? Sometimes we discover new beach, and we look out on the smooth sand and wonder how the hell we're going to get where we're going without the trail of another. Kind of like trying to learn how to breathe underwater. But a wise man once told me that the trick is to keep swimming and when you find your way back to the shore you might just see that someone was helping you swim all along. Maybe the way to move forward is to remember what a privilege it's been to have shared the same beach in the first place.