I pace back and forth, back and forth, and get nowhere. When I am feeling that I can “get past it,” it starts all over again. Then, I am left completely breathless. They say “Get past it”, “move on”, “feel better”, all jokes. It’s a cycle that, I hope to God, will stop, but it sure as hell feels infinite.
I don’t need to understand how she exists, or why. My sister is with me at all times, but her presence is somehow more pronounced when I need her the most.
In the alley there was a shaft elevator that was open. Some people were inside it. It’s also the smallest museum in New York City.
“Find the things that bring you meaning. Suffering is always there in this world. But if you have meaning, you will have less despair. You will find your calling.”
Did they know they were about to die?
Learning to live without you has been like asking a fish to learn how to breathe oxygen. I drown a bit each day. I gasp for air. I beg to be returned to the ocean, to be anywhere that might mean I’m with you.
“I thought realtors were supposed to discuss when there’s something wrong with the house.”
I lost myself, I lost my mind, and I lost my faith. I begged God to wake me up from the nightmare every minute of every day.
His death has been ruled one of “natural causes” even though Spiers was reportedly in very good health.
In an almost surreal fashion, these ten terminally ill people shared their experiences with life, death, and dying. Some of them are still with us, some of them have since passed away, but all their stories are tremendously moving.