There is something about facing the inevitability of your own mortality that makes it suddenly easier to start checking off the proverbial bucket list. It’s been four years now since I was first diagnosed with Fibromuscular Dysplasia and “got sick.”
There are days in our lives that are just wonderfully perfect. If you believe happiness is fluid moments and not a destination, then its easier to look back through the past to the days that mattered. The perfectly happy moments.