Rory chose to fight for her life. Victory was not guaranteed and no, it wasn’t achieved. But she fought. She wanted to live. So how can I choose not to? I’m not talking about suicide, for all you nervous nellies out there. I’m talking about living my life waiting to die. That’s not what Rory did. Time and again Sheldon said Rory was just like her mom. I guess it’s my turn to be just like my daughter. I’ll fight to live. I will wrestle every good thing out of life and truly live it. Because that’s what she would’ve done. And at the end, when it’s all over, I’ll look back on a life well spent. A life not wasted. And I’ll smile and sigh and get my “well done, good and faithful servant” and scoop Rory into my arms and smother her with kisses and we’ll reunite with family already there and wait for the rest. I will be living my life waiting for eternity. I will be homesick. I will miss her. But the point is; I will live my life. Because she tried so hard to live hers.
Lol, he does have arms. Can't you tell? Gosh. He's insulted. He told me.
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