I guess it was bittersweet. I had always imagined that I’d feel relief. My fight would be over. It is over. But I worshipped the sun. I loved feeling it on my skin, the life it gave. I had loved being on planet earth even though it came at such a high cost. I had loved the things man hadn’t destroyed, zipping through trees, hearing birds sing, the calm of resting with nature. But even nature can be vicious, animals amoral. We all kill to survive. Death is the ying of life, so all sunrises have to set.