Belated Requiem
Nikki Stern

This. Oh, this. From the coal furnace of your heart, from your highest window. Every line speaks to me. Beautiful writing; I feel the ache in your memories, the fierce pride and gratitude, too. 
And love. 
We are not symptoms, or degeneration, or diminishing abilities, or final stages. We are suns and moons and stars and light; more than anything, we are light. Thank you for making this so clear.