It was then I understood properly that I was going to die. Pictures kept rising in my mind of all the things that I would never see and feel again. They were small, silly things that I didn't know I'd loved: the yellow irises flowering in the bogs by Loch Quien; Sheba twisting around to lick her back; the geese coming back in the springtime to nest in Scalpsie Bay; the warmth of the summer sun on my face, and then the winter again, with the door closed against the cold night and Tam telling stories by the fire. How can it all go on without me being there? I thought. How will Blackie and the cottage and the sea exist if I'm not there? Worst of all, I thought of the man I'd always secretly dreamed of, who I would now never meet, and the baby I would never carry about in my arms. The sweetness of living pierced me, and a deep, choking sob came up from the depths of my lungs. It was as if I'd been punched in the stomach. I had to gasp for air. A stinging slap from Granny shocked me into silence.
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