Live; Laugh; and Love. That is a great saying. I believe that life is way too short to put things off, say things you don’t mean, or starting fights for no reason. I never really believed anyone when they told me that life is short. I always thought they were wrong. I mean, there are so many years with so many hours with so many minutes with so many seconds. I always thought that I had all the time in the world to do anything I wanted. I thought that up until reality kicked in. Cancer; the word I hate most. Two people in my life have/had to go through the pain and misery of having cancer. A very close family friend, close enough to be family, was diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of nine. It never got bad until she was older. She was a mother, a daughter, a sister, and a wife. Everything that she was was slowly fading away. Everything kept getting worse. Everyone knew it was going to happen, and it was going to happen fast. They put together a huge party to celebrate her life. Everyone was invited and everyone tried their best to have fun. I was young, but I knew what was going on. This was the last time I was ever going to see her. This was the last time I would be able to talk to her. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to think. I was scared. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing. I didn’t want to get into a conversation with her, remember what was actually going on, and start crying. I regret what I did. I wish it would’ve gone differently. If I could go back and do things different, I would. My nerves got the best of me, and I didn’t talk to her, hardly at all. The only things I remember saying to her was hi and that I had a good time, and goodbye. I won’t ever forget that hug; the way she smelled; the color of her shirt. That is the last memory I have of her; the one last hug and saying goodbye. Life really is too short. I have known Lottie my whole life, but now that I look back, I hardly remember anything. Live; Laugh; and Love.