I’m dying. That’s probably been the hardest pill to swallow in all of this. Actively, at this very moment, I am preparing to leave the world behind. To not only face your own death but to know it is coming and there’s nothing you can do to stop it is beyond surreal. And yet, here I am.
So what do I want my final missive to be? What can I put here on this page that, in days, weeks, months, and years to come, will provide you, the ones I am leaving behind, some small comfort?
Should I write one of those deathbed confessionals? A final love letter that my husband will cherish? Letters for my children?
No, I just don’t feel like any of those will do. I choose to address my words universally to you all.
Remember that you are loved. If you carry your memories in your heart, you will never need to feel alone. Know that when I leave this world and on t the next, I know a piece of each of you goes with me.
Try not to let the sadness be all-consuming. Seek not to fill the void my absence leaves, but to share the love and light that we cultivated together with the world around you. You CAN fight hate by showing love and compassion. You CAN dispel ignorance through tolerance and understanding.
As difficult as it may be, don’t allow this world to harden you. And know that I never really left you. I will be with you always, and you have been truly treasured by me.