To me I think that losing something or someone is the one of the only ways to truly appreciate it and I figured that out when I was in fifth grade. In fifth grade as I was coming home from school something seemed different, my mom was a lot more quiet than usual and seemed like she had something bad on her mind. Later she called my brother, my sister and I into the living room and said she had something to tell us. She told us that my dad had gone to rehab and that we wouldn't be able to see him for a couple of months. We all just sat there and let it sink in. As the first few days rolled around things were tough, it was hard coming home and knowing that your dad won't be home today or for the next couple of months, it was especially
