Death.

I just realised (like in Dandelion Wine) that I am suffering from, and will die from an utterly incurable terminal illness called Living.

I will be taken unexpectedly. I do not know if it will be painful or peaceful. I have no time line to arrange my will or to prepare myself. I can't plan when to fulfill all my dreams and desires.

Today's the day.

The only thing left to do (since I have progressed from my outrage and disbelief stages) is to accept that I can make my uncertain number of days, weeks, years, seconds here aware and bright.

Friend, in illness, friend's in life. I'm not afraid to die but I would very much so like to live. Even if it will kill me.