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"How do you do it?"
I asked her sadly
As she laid in her bed
Quite comfortably she said
"Do what?"
"How do you handle the hand you've been dealt?
How do you take the pain you've felt?
How do you not cry each time the doctor sighs?"
Then she looked at me and smiled and she said
"I live each day as if it were my last.
I live each day and I remember my past.
I don't care about the future.
I've accepted the fate.
If I didn't I might arrive home too late."
I listened to this and I started to cry
She could accept death
Why couldn't I?
Then she reached out her hand and clasped mine with hers and she said to me softly
"Some day I hope that you can live like me.
To explore this life and when you reach your end,
God will reward you with your entrance pass to heaven.
Don't let life pass you by.
Start to live each day like you're gonna die."