Raising a terminally disease child
Means not looking down the road
But pulling ever to look at the sky
Sometimes the best thing you can do
Is not think
Not wonder
Not imagine
Not obsess
Just breathe
And have faith
That everything will work out for the best
When your time comes to die
Be not like those
Whose hearts are filled with tears of death
So that when their time comes
They weep and pray
Even if you have a terminal disease
You don't have it to sit down and mope
Enjoy life
And challenge the illness that you have
©deeya
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