In October 2015, my sister lost her son to a long battle with addiction. He was a twenty-nine year-old father, son, nephew and grandson who could not kick his heroine addiction. Our whole family was devastated to say the least, but watching my sister–his mother–was one of the toughest things that I have ever had to endure. I chose the word Peace, and when I gave it to her, I wished her peace...peace to accept that she did everything possible to help/save him. Peace to come to terms with his death and peace to heal, as much as she possibly can. I think we all could use more PEACE in our lives.