It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat
but often the shadow seems more real than the body.

The gentle downward slope gets steeper
and imperceptibly becomes an abyss.

It's decidedly bizzare, when the Worst Thing hppens and you find yourself still conscious, still breathing.

Do You think it matters if they're tiny or deep? he asked. Well, if they're not tiny breaths and they're not deep breaths, then they're just ... breaths. Then you're just breathing for the sake of ... breathing.
... Seize them. Feel them. Love them ...

Dad is and always will be my living, breathing superhero.

Beautify your breath – beautify your life.