No-one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away, until the clock wound up winds down, until the wine they made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone’s life is only the core of their actual existence.

-Sir Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man

I am sorry for your loss. May her memory forever climb mountains alongside you.

Lost my wife to cancer. She was 36. Fuck cancer.

I miss my Daisy. Fuck Addison’s disease.

This sucks. I am sorry for your absolutely devastating decision, OP. It is so hard and so hurtful to have to choose and yet there is so much grace and love in doing so. I am sending you a hug and the promise that he will be hurting no more❤️

Sorry fam. Lost my lil buddy to cancer 3 years ago. It’s gonna be tough for a while. Hang in there.