If she wants me to stop something, anything, I would, except the sun, because when she smiles, she makes the sun stop by herself. Her smile could light up the darkest of rooms. When her smile fades I hope you will be there to comfort her since I will not. Get her through the rest of her life, make sure it's long. Make her smile once more so that all in Heaven and Hell will know she's fighting to live. I hope to be one of those people, and I go to sleep hoping I will will get to see her smile after my death, where ever I may be. Up high, or down low.
