My friend is dying. He doesn't have long. I am saddened at the thought of his pain and struggles, but grateful to have known him when he was hale. I can hear his deep, sincere and resounding laugh as we shared stories of our own stupidity and good fortune to have made it this far.
Yesterday is history
Tomorrow is a mystery
Today is a gift
That is why they call it "the present"
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