“My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul" ~William Shakespeare

I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight

(Eminem - Love the Way You Lie)

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"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death" ~Robert Fulghum

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I don't believe in miracles, I don't believe in life after death, I don't believe that things "happen for a reason".
I believe in Science, Doctors, and the human spirit.

I don't belive my Dad was given a second chance because he was a perfect guy, or that he had something to live for.
I belive that my Dad got a second chance because he had _AMAZING_ doctors, and he had science on his side. He also had fight left in him.

My Dad was an amazing man, and I miss him every day. It's been 4 years since he passed away, and it still stings. I can only imagine how my Mom feels. She's been doing well, but I know she still struggles. This year has been hard, but it's gotten better.

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Mr. Edward Magorium: [to Molly, about dying] When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words.
[pause, walks over to Molly]
Mr. Edward Magorium: I've lived all five of my acts, Mahoney, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I'm only asking that you turn the page, continue reading... and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died."
Molly Mahoney: [starting to sob] I love you.
Mr. Edward Magorium: I love you, too.
[picks Molly up, sighs heavily]
Mr. Edward Magorium: Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.