#lifeitself

I look at myself and I wonder,

what the hell went wrong?

how on earth did I survive

and manage life so long?

Why am I still breathing?

and never severely ill?

I could have died so many ways,

and yet I’m living still.

Nothing ever broken,

always knock on wood;

I’d take my luck and save it

in a bottle if I could.

Don’t take life for granted,

yet do not live in dread—

a single heartbeat’s all

“Abby, I’m waiting for the right moment because when I ask you out, there’s not going to be any turning back for me. I’m not going to date anybody else for the rest of my life, I’m not going to love anybody else for the rest of my life. I’m not going to really care about anything else for the rest of my life. I’m waiting for the right moment, Abby, because when I ask you out, it’s going to be the most important moment of my life, and I just want to make sure that I get it right.”

“Listen to me. Rigo, you have had many ups and downs in your life. Too many. And you will have more. This is life. And this is what it does. Life brings you to your knees. It brings you lower than you think you can go. But if you stand back up and move forward, if you go just a little farther, you will always find love. I found love in you. And my life, my story, it will continue after I’m gone. Because you are my story. You are your father’s story. Your uncle’s. Rigo, my body fails me, but you are me. So you go now, give me a beautiful life. The most beautiful life ever. Yeah? And if life brings us to our knees, you stand us back up. You get up and go farther, and find us the love. Will you do that?”