Terrence Sani

When catastrophic things happen in your life you can’t help but naturally self-evaluate your current way of living. Everyday life was telling me I had a purpose. Each excuse buries who you want to be, where you want to go and diminishes your drive. I majored in procrastination, pink slips (both termination and late notice letters), pushing priorities to the limit and stretching deadlines out as much as possible. I even took time getting out of the womb, my birthday is the last day of the year (December 31st).

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​My step father passed away suddenly in his sleep. I was so comfortable with him being alive that I never thought of death. I was so comfortable that I didn’t know my life was built on the foundation of a rug that could get pulled from beneath me at any given moment. I was face to face with a man whose wishes, goals and intentions all had an expiration date.