In an Instant

by Suzanne Redfearn

Like everyone else, she is stumbling forward, one foot in front of the other, not always in the right direction but staggering on just the same.

Remember me, I scream. Celebrate me. Do not box me up and throw me away. Stop avoiding every memory of who I was. I lived, and I do not want to only be recognized for my premature death. That was only the end. Before that was sixteen years of life—good, bad, funny, fun. Finn.