astrapocalypse

Warning: IRL death, heavy topics below. Two months ago Sam (himehorse) was admitted to emergency after struggling with unknown complications. A week later into palliative, right during the December holidays. We've been friends for over a decade now, and a group of us flew in to see her immediately. She did everything in her power to make us feel welcome. She looked tired, but there was a determination in her. She joked about how she was an "independent" so it meant she could walk around the hospital wing as she wished and we didn't have to worry. When her family invited us for dinner, she went out of her way to surprise us outside of the hospital. We played card games together, talked as long as she could, watched videos together, and cried when she left. I'll never forget when they officially diagnosed her with cancer because she looked so scared, surprised, and alone. None of us wanted to leave her side. We all texted and messaged her weekly afterwards. I tried to