Her Last Few Breaths
I found out today that someone I went to high school with has cancer and is likely dying.
She’s just a few months younger than me - and taking her last few breaths.
We should have half our lives left to live yet - and hers is almost over.
I’m hoping to be a mommy someday still - and she’s laying in a bed dying.
I remember when my dad was dying from cancer, he was 77 and had a long full life.
Her life should, at most, be half over.
But instead she’s laying in a bed dying.
Just as my dad was.
I hope that I never stop appreciating how lucky I am like I do at this moment.
