A person stretching on a rock in the forest.

I know it was only a year and a few months. But it felt like much more. It felt like each day was its own eternity, each one worse and darker than the other, until we reached the absolute void, when you left. During all the darkness, even as you were being broken down and torn from the inside, whatever was left of you stood as strong as you could. Until the end, you were a monument in our little family. Ironically, death made you eternal