Kiz_Paws Bag Of Trix

I sit at this keyboard, calm and collect, with coffee at my fingertips and the Pride & Prejudice Soundtrack softly playing in the background…. time to reflect...

I need to get mellow here because the reality is that someone very close to me is breathing their last, and just being in their presence is fairly inspiring. For all their suffering, they ask me how me and mine are, truly caring about the mundane, and all that I take for granted.

This person is only five years older than me, and it is just not fair, why him? He was just getting started you know. At first it is denial. Naw, this isn't real. He will get better, you'll all see. But he didn't. He slowly and surely faded away, and all that is left now is a tiny emaciated man, who needs a walker to just have the dignity to take himself to the washroom, such a simple thing really. For the rest of us.

Your eyes tell the story. They say without speaking to not worry, to carry on and all the other things that will be judged as cliché if I go on.

I love you so much, please don't go. Not yet.

But it is useless, he needs to go, wishing anything otherwise is selfish, and that is the reality.

Now the world can read about you and know that one little life really did matter, you are brave, you were strong, and you were always there. Though your tomorrows are limited, your yesterdays fill me with smiles and the gratitude of having ever known you. Go in peace, you'll never be forgotten.



Ever your Karalynne