I found out today that one of my ex-boyfriends has Stage 4 melanoma. It's in his brain. It's weird to think of the mortality of those you were once close to. In more recent years, he and I had reconnected and had some really nice talks. He is married with two small children.

It just makes you think. You never know what could happen. Or when it will happen.

I know there is nothing I can do. There's nothing I can say or share that will make it any better for his mother, his father, his brother, his sister, his wife, his children. All I can do is pray. Miracles happen every day. Every day.

I am living proof.