Last night I dreamed nostalgic dreams - of childhood homes, family members who have long since passed, friends and neighbors whom I will never see again - and I awoke with tears in my eyes.
I curse the idea of outliving my friends and family, the men and women who came before me, who helped shape me into the successful young man I have become . . . but I guess that's life.
Teaching someone to live while you yourself are dying is a maddening paradox from which no one is immune, but I will never forfeit or disrespect the sacrifices you have made on my behalf. Your efforts will not go unnoticed, not while I still breathe, and I still breathe at all costs.
I love you. Through the worst we prevail. We will be remembered.
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