How do you continue to live without the people that gave you the courage to breathe? Without the people who helped shape who you are today? How do you continue living with chunks hacked out of your heart? And yet, there’s a small flicker. A kernel. Deep within the nothingness, in the darkness that has overtaken my body, there is a glimmer. Not of hope—no, I lost that long ago. But it is a glimmer of something far greater, something that I know if I reach out and touch it, allow it to grow and burn brighter, it will give me a reason to move. A reason to blink, to speak, to cry, and to breathe.
