"Now he could feel it. The cancer taking over. But in him was power, a driving force that made him feel as though he could do anything. His spirit was soaring free across the sky, and a long road stretched behind him - the road of his life. He looked back and saw how far he had come and how many people he had met on his journey. Her, her beauty, her love, he remembered her above all. He imagined flowers. Flowers that carried the love and hope and peace of everyone in the world. Flowers that wove stories, poems, songs and the dreams around him; from his past, full of sweetness and vibrancy. An energy flowed through his veins, so beautiful, so brilliant. Like fire, fire dancing in the shadows of evil. He would fly up and up and up. But he couldn't go yet, he must hold on". I am not afraid of death.