Excerpt:
Things always looked different the next day. Skies seemed bluer,
the grass was greener. The worries of yesterday were magically reduced to a
manageable size, and brand new ideas and thoughts were born. Oddly enough,
Mom’s words were like seeds planted in the night, now growing and blossoming
inside me. Jay was very much alive. He was healthy, a bit fragile, but more
alive than many kids my age who lived life mindlessly. If anything, this stupid
disorder made him more alive. Made me more alive. I wanted to make memories
with Jay— live each day to the fullest, laugh until my belly hurt, cry at sad
movies with him, and watch the sunrise and the sunset whenever I could. Life
was a gift, not to be taken for granted. It could be here one day and gone the
next, or it could go on for a very long time.
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