14 May 2017

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Read:: Out of Reach by Missy Johnson

Oh how I cried. Death is hard. Death is so much of you when you are close to the person. Death can consume you. Andy tried to fight it. Something worked against him. At 26, he would not see a lot of things happen in his life however he did make the most of it until the end.
Missy tells us a great story. A story of love between friends. A story that grabs you by the heart. A story that makes you think.

So Andy, Seth, and Emily are friends. Andy has Emily's heart. Seth wants her heart. Emily doesn't want Andy to die.

The adventure they go one during Andy's last weeks was really sweet and fun. The tough topics came up. Andy wanted Emily to live life. For so long she had been living to take care of him. She hadn't been enjoying her own. Emily just wanted to make him happy. She just wanted their lives to keep going as long as possible.

The relationship between these three was beautifully shown. Seth along the way was seen as caring and gentle, helping Emily with milestones along the way. He was the shoulder she needed when life got to be too much. She really had two great guys with her.

Missy shows us that sometimes we are so consumed with in our own heads that we don't follow our hearts. The epilogue = greatness.




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Andy and I had been best friends since we were eight-years old. Watching him slowly fade away, ever closer to his final breath, made me so incredibly angry. I knew there was nothing I could do to change it--I had given in to despair, but Andy had not. He had one last hand to play. 

He wasn't going to simply sit back and wait for Death to claim him--not Andy. He was going to live life until he couldn't hold his eyes open any longer.

Andy didn't want to die in some sterile hospital and asked me to take him and Emily to the beach. It would be our last road trip together.

Emily. Emily was a problem for me. 

I harbored a secret that would have torn our friendship apart. I was in love with Andy's girl, and had been since she'd walked into our sixth grade class, so many years ago.

So what kind of person am I? My best friend is dying, and it's
awful--but my heart still aches for his girl. I hate myself for thinking beyond Andy's death and whether there could ever be a future for Emily and I, but I can't help it. 

I'm in love with her.

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