……I was sure he was gonna die last night, but I prayerfully had another whole day with him today. A whole day of companionship. A whole day of sharing the sublimity of consciousness. A whole day of co-existing with a creature I love unreservedly versus the backdrop of an endless Universe with no true beginning and no true end. That’s worth something, isn’t it? Just a little bit, maybe? A trifle? That was a rhetorical question, by the way, if you haven’t deduced same by now. Actually, it’s worth a lot. A helluva lot! A WHOLE HELLUVA LOT!!! It means the world and all to me, just as each successive day that he continues to be alive will mean the world to me as well. Life is lived in bits and pieces—in tantalizingly small fragments akin to slowly savoring your way through a package of M&Ms knowing full well that’s there only a finite number of chocolate nuggets hiding in that tiny package—and every additional fragment of time that I can get with him now and over the next handful of days—however small and however short-lived those turn out to be—will warm my soul and feel like an earthshaking moral victory. He will soon be leaving me, I know, but soon is not the same thing as right now; I can take some Lilliputian respite in knowing that…..
Fred's Soapbox 