I am 35 years old. Six months back I was diagnosed with brain tumor. I don’t have much time left… couple of months maybe…Doctors have given up hope and I think…so has my wife. I love her with every nerve in my body and I can’t stand the pain and lost look on her face. My illness has drained her out of the sunshine and happiness that used to gleam on her face…I have robbed her of a peaceful life and broken the vows of happily ever after. I know this is not what she signed for when she married me 2 years ago, but I want to be there spiritually for her when I am not there physically in her life.

I have done my best to keep her financially stable when I would not be around but I would need your help (and grant my last wish) by preparing her for life, after I am no longer in this world. I have sent you sealed letters, which I would like you to send it to her on the specific dates mentioned on the top of each envelop. The red one contains the list of her close friends who would be with her while she explores the world and re-lives her life…

My wish is to see the love of my life see the places she wants to and try to move on with her life without me in it. I wish that she picks up her spirit (the one that she lost because of me) and keeps the rein of her life tight in her hands…I wish she continues her journey until we meet again…

My medical records and contact number are in the file. Please give me a call.

With hope, Greg Campbell

Rachel wiped the tears and covered her face with both her hands. Sometimes, she wonders if she is the right candidate for this job, her father so entrusted her with. Feeble and tender at heart, Rachel tears up every time someone writes to her father’s institute – Wishful Grants.

A sports therapist by profession and now co-founder of Wishful Grants, an institute her father had founded after her 12-year-old sister Lucie Williams died of cancer. It was a reminder of her sister each time someone writes up their last wish but it was really difficult for Rachel not to relate to those people and have a heart-rending cry over their last wishes. The institute helps terminally ill children and adults by fulfilling their last wish. The wishes normally fall into the category of places to visit, celebrities to meet and things to give away to the next of kin. Her father has a team of psychologists who read through all the applications before processing it with the company’s medical and legal team who then, dig out all the relevant medical and legally approved information. After everything is verified and cross-checked, her team reaches out to the patient and with the funds provided by the Government, personal investments by her father and some gained through charity events, the wishes are fulfilled.

Lost in her thought, Rachel was reminded of a time when Sara, a 12-year-old, stage four cancer patient wanted to visit the Disney land as her last wish. She recalls arranging a team and flying to Disney land with Sara and her mother. At that time, Rachel was a full time physical therapist and so when her father requested her to take up this project, she was pleasantly surprised since Daniel Williams was not a man who asked for favors. Three more of such cases and in the fund-raising event in July, her father announced Rachel as the co-owner of the company.

She was 15 when her sister died of cancer. Her father had plunged into building Wishful Grants and had no time for grieving or for her and her mother. Her mother had rushed into alcoholic support and almost forgot that she had another daughter also. Having grown up under the tender care of her governess and others serving their big mansion, Rachel had learned life’s biggest lesson on gratitude, forgiveness and perseverance.

After school, she wanted to do something to help the people, just like her father. So she got her degree in physical therapy and worked her way up to open a small firm on her own - Healing Hands. Business as hers normally runs on successful results and word of mouth. In a short while, she had gained a good foothold in the industry by using latest equipment and best certified people and it also helped that she has a natural inclination to help people. At the age of 27, she had a created name in the industry as a Miracle worker for sports injuries. Rachel has a team of well-trained therapists whom she had hand-picked. Although sensitive and caring at heart, Rachel was careful to choose a team of individuals who were caring, skillful and professional.

Her mother had been sober for the last two years. Her mom had started coming to the charity functions for Wishful Grants. But for Rachel, running day-to-day tasks of two businesses had completely eroded her of any free time what-so-ever. Thankfully, she had trained Kelly, her assistant at Healing Hands, to take up most of the admin tasks. Kelly would call Rachel only if some papers need to be signed or for reporting some patient’s progress. Still Rachel had weeks when she would be so swamped and tired from working two-three days continuously that as soon as she would enter her apartment, she would head straight for the bed skipping dinner, skipping changing clothes and…skipping living a life altogether.

Life however was not always so dull for her. She liked dating and had a steady boyfriend couple of years back. She was introduced to Matt by her friend, Celeste, who has friends with Rachel since class two. Matt was everything she would have ideally liked in her life. Smart, friendly, down-to-earth, decent looking and venture capitalist, and at that time she wanted that in her life. The warm feeling of stability of having another person in your life to share dreams and so, however, did not last long. She was surprised when one day Matt announced that he could no longer be in the relationship. Turns out she was “boring” and “predictable as hell”. He wanted adventure and excitement which he had found in his Yoga instructor, Nancy. Never one to pick up a fight or a confrontation, Rachel agreed to the separation with a peck on his cheeks and hugging him goodbye. After polishing off 2 buckets of Haagen Diaz’s, she did what any sensible woman of her understanding would do – wrote off men and dating.

Splashing cold water into her face and eyes, Rachel was able to settle down. She knew that this person’s last wish would be something she will be carry out herself but before all that she had to don her professional cap and do some homework. Picking up the phone, she buzzed in her assistant, Laura, into the room.