OK people, I'm too emotional (and tired and lazy) to describe who everyone is so forgive me but I am speaking to my family and everyone who knows them, knows their names. I need to try and get this out before it stops making sense to me. I just got back from my niece Alexandria's wedding and I spent almost the entire six hour drive home pondering the events of this weekend, crying. What started the waterworks? A sudden memory that hit me and made everything come together. A video of me at Tristan's age, refusing to dance with my niece Rachel when she was barely old enough to walk. Fast forward to yesterday... I spent the entire reception dancing with Rachel. I realized that as much as everything changes, it also stays the same, and sometimes the change is the best part. I remember being at that very Church for Michelle's wedding as a flower girl. I remember our Dad giving her away to Tilden and my Mom crying in the front row. There...