I was standing next to her bed and she was telling me her latest thoughts and stories.
She gets caught up in every moment. Tears fall at 'inappropriate' times. She's not sad. She feels overwhelmed with emotion, and doesn't know why.
"It comes and I can't stop it."
She thinks it's a bad thing.
I tell her, "your feeling life. Your taking it all in...wrapped up in the details and many of us just run past them, or too numb to feel them."
I tell her this as my body fills with goosebumps and my eyes fill with water.
"We are both living in the moment right now. I call it beautiful not inappropriate."
A moment for the memory bank...