Authors Note: Hi everyone! I thought I would give it a go and post a story. I wrote this about a year ago. This is just a very short chapter to give you some idea of what the story is about. If anyone is interested I will continue posting.

Thanks xxx

Life is the greatest story of all. No book, movie, song or show can compare. The problem is that you don't realise this until it's too late. Well, I didn't anyway. Lying here in this position I'm desperately trying to remember every moment of my life. People I met, the things I saw, the things I did. Did I make the most of every opportunity? Was I a good person? Did I achieve everything I wanted? Did I leave an impression? Will I be remembered? Was I happy? I'm surprised at what I remember. I'm surprised at who I remember. So many people come and go from your life. You don't realise how many until you are forced too. Well forced is a strong word. I'm not forced to but what else is there to do at a time like this. Everyone keeps talking to me about the past. They want to reflect. Maybe it's just what you do. I wish I could respond more. It would ease their anxiety. It would help him to relax. I feel him squeeze my hand. I blink a few times but I just can't keep my eyes open anymore. I'm exhausted. My body aches. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to think. It just hurts. I try my hardest to not let it show. As I become weaker it gets easier to hide the pain. It takes too much energy to complain or cringe. All I can do is lay still. Wait for this to end. When will it end? Who knows? I sure as hell don't. I thought it would have been over months ago. It was quicker for my sister. I can't help feeling jealous. I was always jealous of her. In life and now in death.

"Do you think she is in pain?" "She looks comfortable" "That's because she can't move" "I don't know. Maybe" "Perhaps we should give her something" "She had something about an hour ago" "I think she is ok" "She looks peaceful"

I hear them talking about me. I'm not comfortable. I'm not peaceful. I am playing my role perfectly though. They don't need to know what I'm feeling. They shouldn't suffer anymore than they have. They have dealt with more than their share of pain, of loss. The sooner it ends the better for all of us. I wish they would go home and live their lives. Not that I don't want them here. Their presence brings me comfort. I just wish they didn't have to keep putting their lives on hold for me. I would do the same if the situation was reversed. That is why I never argued. That is why I never told them to leave. Family is everything. I taught them that.

I feel a sharp sting in my stomach. I guess they decided on giving me something after all. For this I am grateful. I feel the pain easing instantly. My body relaxes. My mind begins to slow. I start remembering the first day I met him. Hoping that when I do sleep, I have these thoughts in my dream.