I was shocked and saddened when I found out later that evening that she was dead. I stood up in my cell and walked over to the window. I saw a beautiful sunset. I thought, "This is a sunset that Pat will never see." Then I realized that Pat was seeing the maker of the sunset, the source of the beauty. We do not always know when it will be our last day of watching sunsets this side of life. I had been thinking about my future, a given to me. What if today is my last day? How am I living it? Am I ready?
I miss Pat. I hope I get to where she is now. We pray for one another, she from a better venue than me. I will keep her letter to remind me to live a bit more in the moment.