One day, there will be a last window gaze.

A last cuddle.

A last chemo visit.

And when that day comes, I will not measure my life by revenue or recognition.

I will measure it by whether I showed up.

Charlotte has taught me advocacy.

Humility.

Perspective.

And the fleeting beauty of time.

When someone depends on your voice — use it.

When someone depends on your presence — give it.

Five pounds.

Lion’s heart.

And a reminder that what matters most is rarely what makes headlines.