I last wrote about Derek Miller almost 4 years ago, remarking on his engaging writing and courageousness in facing stage 4 cancer. Yesterday, he died. Suddenly, that is his last post, put online by his family, in stark black and white.
It turns out that no one can imagine what’s really coming in our lives. We can plan, and do what we enjoy, but we can’t expect our plans to work out. Some of them might, while most probably won’t.
After reading the last sentence of his post (I won’t reproduce it here; I’ll let you read it yourself), I couldn’t help but cry.