noahrevoy -- 5mo As I think about it, I remember the rest of that night. She was getting a bit winded when we danced and her friends were saying "be careful dancing with her she's sick". I thought she had a cold or something. She seemed so healthy. And too happy and beautiful to be dying. At the end of the night I asked her out. Told her I would go visit her in Quebec. She said "no" but immediately leaned into me and pressed her cheek against my neck, she clearly liked me. I was confused. Again the language barrier was an issue. Her friend translated, she said she wanted to date me but couldn't. I was confused. She couldn't because she was dying but it was not clear at the time. No one wanted to talk about it. Next day most of us from the dance went for breakfast. She was not there. She was too exhusted from the night before. I think that was when someone first clarified her health situation to me. replyAs I think about it, I remember the rest of that night. She was getting a bit winded when we danced and her friends were saying "be careful dancing with her she's sick". I thought she had a cold or something. She seemed so healthy. And too happy and beautiful to be dying. At the end of the night I asked her out. Told her I would go visit her in Quebec. She said "no" but immediately leaned into me and pressed her cheek against my neck, she clearly liked me. I was confused. Again the language barrier was an issue. Her friend translated, she said she wanted to date me but couldn't. I was confused. She couldn't because she was dying but it was not clear at the time. No one wanted to talk about it. Next day most of us from the dance went for breakfast. She was not there. She was too exhusted from the night before. I think that was when someone first clarified her health situation to me.
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I was seventeen.At a dance.I met a girl with very short hair. Otherwise she was stunning. Black hair. Crystal blue eyes. Very light skin.French.I asked her to dance. Half way through the song I asked why her hair was so short.She said, I am going to die in six months or so.It did not click at first. She looked healthy. I did not understand what that had to do with her hair.We kept dancing. Over and over. I think two thirds of my dances that night were with her. I enjoyed her company.She was charming. Soft. Gentle. Beautiful. Kind. Sweet. French Canadian. There was a small language barrier. Itdid not matter. Her warmth came through.I met a few of her friends that night. I kept in touch with them for a couple of years.She had told the truth. She died a little over a year later. Cancer. Her hair was short because she had beenthrough chemo. She was in that in-between period. Recovering. A little hair had grown back.I think about her from time to time, grateful for the few moments we enjoyed together.As hard as life can feel, we are still alive. She could have sat in sorrow complaining about her life. Instead,she chose a night with friends. A fancy dress party. Dancing. Being sweet. Being herself.She faced death with a stoic calm that puts many men to shame. She spoke of it as if it were nothing. No bigdeal. There is a lesson in that.It is hard to enjoy life if you focus on complaints. No matter how bad it gets, choose time with loved ones.Choose small joys. Choose what matters.Do that, and you will not only enjoy your life. However short it is, it will mean something.
As I think about it, I remember the rest of that night.She was getting a bit winded when we danced and her friends were saying "be careful dancing with her she'ssick". I thought she had a cold or something.She seemed so healthy. And too happy and beautiful to be dying.At the end of the night I asked her out. Told her I would go visit her in Quebec. She said "no" but immediatelyleaned into me and pressed her cheek against my neck, she clearly liked me. I was confused. Again the languagebarrier was an issue.Her friend translated, she said she wanted to date me but couldn't. I was confused. She couldn't because she wasdying but it was not clear at the time. No one wanted to talk about it.Next day most of us from the dance went for breakfast. She was not there. She was too exhusted from the nightbefore. I think that was when someone first clarified her health situation to me.
I was seventeen.
At a dance.
I met a girl with very short hair. Otherwise she was stunning. Black hair. Crystal blue eyes. Very light skin. French.
I asked her to dance. Half way through the song I asked why her hair was so short.
She said, I am going to die in six months or so.
It did not click at first. She looked healthy. I did not understand what that had to do with her hair.
We kept dancing. Over and over. I think two thirds of my dances that night were with her. I enjoyed her company. She was charming. Soft. Gentle. Beautiful. Kind. Sweet. French Canadian. There was a small language barrier. It did not matter. Her warmth came through.
I met a few of her friends that night. I kept in touch with them for a couple of years.
She had told the truth. She died a little over a year later. Cancer. Her hair was short because she had been through chemo. She was in that in-between period. Recovering. A little hair had grown back.
I think about her from time to time, grateful for the few moments we enjoyed together.
As hard as life can feel, we are still alive. She could have sat in sorrow complaining about her life. Instead, she chose a night with friends. A fancy dress party. Dancing. Being sweet. Being herself.
She faced death with a stoic calm that puts many men to shame. She spoke of it as if it were nothing. No big deal. There is a lesson in that.
It is hard to enjoy life if you focus on complaints. No matter how bad it gets, choose time with loved ones. Choose small joys. Choose what matters.
Do that, and you will not only enjoy your life. However short it is, it will mean something.
