I always wondered if there was a purpose to the universe, if there was a plan, if there was some sort of organizing factor, hopefully that I played a role in.

When we think of death, we often imagine it as happening in degrees: We think of a sick person becoming less and less alive until finally they are gone.

Good friends are hard to find and impossible to forget.

And yet still I worried. I like being a person. I wanted to keep at it. Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

I'm so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that.

I love you present tense.

And so that is the question I leave you with in this final: What is your cause for hope?