Death is funny in the sense that no one gets to escape it. Some may dodge it, battle it for far too long, or possibly even look forward to it, but ultimately we are all taken by it in the end.
For the words that escaped me in the moment:
Thank you. Thank you for loving me so intensely and intentionally that you would get down on one knee after asking for my family’s blessing, and then asking me to be your wife. I do not now, nor will I ever, take this lightly.
I’ve never understood the incessant need for “power”. It isn’t my personality. The only things I wish to gain power over are my mind and emotions, and I realize that with time and practice, I have the power to do so. Other than that, I do not crave “power”. I do, however, believe in the empowerment of those around us.