" People say that when death reaches out a cold hand to pull you into its embrace, your entire life passes before your eyes. But I can tell you, when death curls its arms around you, what you see is unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. In my feverish delirium, all I saw was your face. I wish I could make you jealous—tell you that the nurse who took care of me was a beautiful young woman, but the truth is, it was a man with a long beard, and the only thing beautiful about him was his devotion. "

― Marc Levy , All Those Things We Never Said