It had become a mantra for her. Every time she was doing something dangerous or risky, she would utter those words. Almost every time those words were accompanied by phrases such as “Why should I not enjoy my life while I can?” or “I don’t wanna be one of those people who in their last moments realize they didn’t live their life to the fullest”. She was a daredevil. And that’s why people gravitated towards her.
The first time she really understood the meaning of those words was on the saddest day of her life. It was the day her brother died in a hospital bed, weak, pale and surrounded by beeping machines. He had muttered those words to her every day since he got sick, usually accompanied by the words “But I’m not gonna die today”. Those words had been a promise that he wasn’t able to keep and she hated him for that. He had died too young, and she had promised him that she would live for the both of them. That was a promise she would keep if it killed her.
Unfortunately, it did. At least she died fulfilling her dream, that’s more than can be said about many people. So, I would like to suggest that we celebrate her life, not mourn her death.