It seems life flows on as usual. My daily routine moves along, unchanged. The sun and the moon continue to rise and set in celestial cycles we have come to depend on - have come to take for granted.

It is in my careless belief that each day should follow next that has left me in wonder to witness these same glamorous sunrises throw my planets out of line. Just as the sun is a star burning through its life one day at a time, I am dying each day I live.

Each day I let go pieces of myself in to the universe - my breath, my heart beats, my toothy smile, kind words, thoughtless words, my opinions and my kisses. I let each go. I find these things easy to spare. I find it much harder to release my love. My family. My friends. The memories I have of each one, their character, our laughter and most cherished the gift of life and lessons they have shared with me.

I struggle to set my love free. I struggle even harder to avoid the pain of knowing each sunrise with those I love is not guaranteed for eternity. I scheme of ways to hide from feelings of loss that is surely mine after enjoying the days before love’s sunsets.

Each time I feel myself brace for the pain of impact I am reminded of one simple truth - my sorrow is only possible because I have received joy. I am blessed to have been touched by those who cared enough to share pieces of themselves with me, in the unique ways they gave of their lives.

I reflect in long moments of silence.

Slowly, it becomes easier to lift my eyes. I feel hesitant and calm. I can unclench my teeth and relax my tired shoulders.

I am ready to face the sun.