“If you could keep one memory, what would it be?”
Waking up after my cholecystectomy in January 2013 and seeing my family around me. I woke up to see my family sitting by my side and the love they radiated all at once lit up the room; I swear to you I’ve never felt more alive than when I was in that room, an oxygen mask attached to my face and a needle in my vein pumping opioids into my bloodstream. When I was in the greatest need, they made sure I was never alone. Relentlessly devoted to me.