As a child, losing my grandmother was the greatest pain I'd ever experienced. It stunned me that a person so amazing could be ripped away from my life without warning. I couldn't understand how my family could suffer such a loss and to the world outside it was just another day. Rain still fell, birds still sang, and the earth moved still. I remember being greatly upset, feeling the world had some nerve to keep on spinning while my world crumbled beneath my feet. I was only a child then. I know now, the world is a lot greater than me and my family. And if the world stopped for every heartbreak, then it would cease movement indefinitely. The world moves for time, not mankind.