having had a cousin die this week in agony from terminal cancer, and a godfather waiting just this very day for his prognosis (which won't be good - remember our conversation earlier this week?) - you've hit the nail right on the head.
(Sqad: I am the Brooke Shields picture. Ulrika? How very dare you....)
let me tell you what everybody out there needs to find ultimate and true happiness.
seventy-five years. that's how much time you get if you're lucky.
seventy-five years. seventy-five winters, seventy-five springtimes, seventy-five summers and seventy-five autumns.
when you look at it like that, it's not a lot of time, is it ? i reckon i've got about 35 springs, summers, autumns and winters left to look forward to. i shall aim to enjoy each and every one of em.