Holding ON

As I walk through the days toward the end of my life, I find I am holding on ever so tightly to each sound, smell, and mostly touch. It came about so naturally, as life as I knew it stopped upon my diagnosis and every sound, every breeze, every person became a wonder to me, became dear to me, and I listened and loved more strongly than before. I changed as a person, desperate to ensure I leave this world better than it already was, accepting everything, everyone, really embracing those around me, be it family, friends or strangers, with the loving peace and joy for life I have found through my diagnosis.

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