By: Steve Fite
What you remember isn’t the sickness. It isn’t the vomiting or the loss of energy or the sense of dread that came with every appointment. You don’t remember feeling angry with the disease for taking your loved one from you. You don’t dwell on what they could have been or what dreams they had or what they could have accomplished.
You remember you. Then. Suddenly you’re transported back to watch them smile or laugh and every problem you’d have or ever had paused for just a moment while you get a small lesson in what it means to be happy.