Evie flutters by and reminds me at best and at worst, all we need to do is just breathe

As Evie says, Just breathe. Just breathe.
A year ago this weekend we were drinking bubbles in the epic sunset on the glorious shores of Lake Taupo. Reveling in the utter joys of simply being together. A year ago. I am still so grateful for your friendship everyday, and cut short as it was by the big bowel CA, I hear your voice in my head everyday, telling me to just breathe. Whatever the question, that's the answer.
'Who's oxygen mask are you going to put on first today?' You would ask me. I am getting closer, I promise, I'm trying. Just breathe.
I remember a conversation we had when you told me about your prognosis. 'You have to promise me,' you said ' If I tell you, that you will not worry about me. Because I cannot waste energy worrying about you worrying about me.'
We tried to make every conversation a quirky joy, after that. A chance to laugh and notice and sometimes hug and make bad puns great again.
These days every butterfly says hello to me, from you. And I am just breathing.