How someone I never knew, touched me so deeply....Connie Littlefoot Fitzgerald.
About two weeks ago, Facebook’s algorithm suddenly began showing me posts from a digital creator named Connie Littlefoot Fitzgerald. At first, I barely noticed them, scrolling past the way we all do. But then one of her videos auto‑played, and I paused. In the video, Connie was standing in a room of her home, explaining that she had taken several loads to a donation center. She had given meaningful items to the people closest to her, packed up the rest, and planned one more donation trip the next day. That room, she said, would then be “done.” Her entire house was nearly empty except for a few basics in the living room. I found myself wondering: Why was she packing up her whole life? Was she moving? Downsizing? Starting over? I even saw that she had rehomed her beloved little dog. The more I scrolled, the more the truth revealed itself—directly from Connie. Connie had terminal cancer. And in her state, she qualified for Medical Aid in Dying. I had to sit with that for a moment. My spi...