Though the death of dreams and hopes brings sadness, there is a joy in knowing that after each end God can bring a new beginning. I am learning to let go of those things that have died long ago and have become corpses I have carried, and allowed to hinder me. I am learning to quit looking back. I'm not headed in that direction. Instead, I need to grieve the losses and move on. And only then can I partake in the birth of new dreams and new hopes and new beginnings.