I stare at the candle burning as I held it. The whole place around me is silent as we walk and candles flickered all around me. While staring, I see the flame start to go out. Putting up my hand to block the wind, the flame becomes stronger. I start to think, why is fire so strong yet so weak? Why is life so strong yet so weak?

When we walk to the center, the sad music starts playing and lists of people show up on the screen. Survivors, fighters, and victims of this horrible disease are shown. People have dedicated their candles to their mothers, fathers, daughters, sisters, grandmothers, and all family members alike. Looking around, I see people crying, hugging, and reflecting. The name of which I have dedicated my candle to appears on the screen and I tear up. A great friend and teacher of mine is fighting cancer.

This night I fully learn life is like fire. It burns bright, but it can go out in the instant. They are both strong and weak at the same time. I hope that my friend’s fire isn’t going out soon.