When my mum was in hospital having cancer treatment for a few weeks I went in every day to sit with her. As I made my way through the oncology ward each day I'd see this little bald kid sitting in bed or in the little common-room playing. On the first day I smiled and he waved back. Over the next couple days we started talking and eventually I'd sit and draw, play Lego or read with him - It was a good break from sitting with my mum which was quite stressful.

After a couple weeks of doing so I went in as usual one day and he was gone. Departed. He was seven years old.

I learned a lot from that kid; A lot about perspective, inner strength, fear and resignation. I think people who are at death's door have much to teach us - Even if that is to cherish life.