The stare was heartfelt. The bruises on the arms were still all stark shades of black, blue and red where the needles had gone. The eyes were searching for an answer where one just doesn't exist. The voice was struggling to make sense of it all. Clearly intelligent but intelligence doesn't help at moments like this. This is gut check time. Void viewing time. A realization that mortality is now staring back. Mortality on a very immediate level. I assured her. Talked about the gift of her life. Talked about never giving up the moment of each moment. Until it is done keep doing it. No one gets out of life alive. There is a beauty to that thought. It is a daily letting go no matter the length. If we recognize that it is a daily letting go can we not let each day go and be grateful for it. Never to be recaptured. She stared at me. I took her hand and simply said respect the day, Appreciate the moment and don't let go until you let go. But while we are here on a daily basis, relax, smile and try to understand the absurdity of it all. The journey. The ageless experiment.