R.

Some say true character is revealed in hardship.

Others, success.

A near-death encounter.

A loved one’s diagnosis.

Nothing forces us to consider our own mortality as the passing of a life.

Its fragility.

Humbling.

 

He said you didn’t cry.

 

Strength.

Peace.

 

I don’t know what I can give you.

Every word seems irrelevant.

 

Thank you:

For a lesson in re-evaluation.

What’s important.

What counts.

Mine, yours.

Ours.

 

The little things.

What matters.

It’s not in our control.

But His.

 

Loved, still loved.

Peace.

“Not… by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away”

Remove all the things that don’t matter, and count the days that do.

And you’ll find that you have lived.

 

And.

Perhaps my greatest comfort is that you know all this.

And your eyes were clear.

 

The Unraveling of a life.

A Story.

And yours is beautiful.

 

(If I can find the words, I’ll share this with you one day.)

 

So, for you.

 

Thank you.

ITL.