I suppose, this is it. This is the end. My final chapter. Life has let me go. Time has given up. What a strange feeling, to be on the verge of death. It sounds contradictory, worrisome even, but I've never felt more alive.
When I'm gone, remember me, but not too often.
Remember me when you catch a sunset, or see a planet in the sky. Remember me when you sip an iced coffee, or feel a strong embr...