"...Every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time."

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I'm flying home to Ireland in the morning, but it is not with a heavy heart.  Instead, I feel freer than I have in a very long time.  I cannot fight my own mortality, and I realize that it is upsetting to many people that all of this will end far too soon, but I cannot complain.  This life has been beautiful, despite all its strange challenges, and it will remain beautiful until I'm through borrowing it.

It is much easier to say these things, and feel them, than I ever truly imagined it might be.  I was certain I would be afraid.  I was certain I would be alone.

I am neither.

I am no one's hero.  I am not a life meant to be inspiring.  I am.  I continue to be.  And right now everything--every single thing--seems so simple, and so special, and so wonderful.

They have given me 3-6 months, and they explained it as this devastating and terrible thing.  Personally, I think they're short-changing me a bit, but I try not to quarrel.

Even so, I have learned the secret: Every single day is a gift.  Every single day is mine.

I am not dying.  I am living.  Please be happy for me.  Try.

Brody remains steadfast.  He listened to this song over and over again last night when he thought I was asleep.  I will share if only to say that I disagree: Love is watching someone live.  Then again, maybe Sarah and I are saying the same thing.

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Maybe.