Yesterday, I briefly accepted the fact that I might die.
That tomorrow would not come.
That the hopes and dreams and ambitions I had been talking about just moments before with friends at Metta would be left behind, unfulfilled.
I thought about my family far away in the US. Knowing they’d still be asleep and unable to speak aloud to make a phone call, I sent them text messages to let them I love them.
I worried about my business partner and all the things that she would need to pick up in my absence and hoped she’d be able to go on without me. I texted her, and she kept me calm and positive.
I remembered the past 38 years of my life, grateful for everything and regretful of nothing.
I experienced the longest hour of my life. And then it came to an end.
