I didn’t want to leave this on your Facebook page. I was at the doctor today getting blood work done, remembering your fear of needles, as my palms began sweating. Scared about results, scared and mad at myself that I haven’t been taking good enough care of myself. Still some anger at you for the same. I worried, if I’m honest, that I would die like you did. That my neglect would mean the routine becomes dangerous.
An hour later, I was thinking of all the moments in which you did your best, how many minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years in which you did your best, despite the difficulties and the fear. Chose to love life, to be grateful, to connect, to be creative and giving… those moments matter. I spend so much time dwelling on all the worst things. I forget to thank you and celebrate the best.
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