‘I mean it. Promise this dying woman that you will always be true to yourself, that you will be brave enough to live the way you want to, regardless of what other people say.’ The lace curtains blew softly, allowing the day outside to enter the bedroom, as we looked at each other with love, clarity, and determination. ‘I promise, Grace. I am already trying to, but I promise you now that I will always continue to do so,’ I replied with heartfelt truth. Holding my hand she smiled knowing that at least her learning wasn’t going to be totally wasted.
