I hope that one day when I’m lying on my death bed, I’ll look back at the times I spent with you as a teenager and I’ll smile because you made me who I am. You are a part of who I am. The drunk nights in the woods and the reckless days exploring. I will look back and be happy that even when I wanted to die, there were moments I was so high off adrenaline and happiness that nothing else mattered. You have given me so many stories to tell and I will never get tired of writing new ones with you. So when the time comes, when it’s time for me to take my final breath, I will be thankful that I grew up with you.
“When you walk through a storm
Keep your chin up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet, silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho’ your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone.”
–Oscar Hammerstein II (Nettie Fowler: Carousel: You’ll Never Walk Alone)