Jakob Pyatt was a Gisborne teenager who lost his battle with cancer. the 15-year-old decided to write about his journey through a series called Jakob's Dictionary, featured on Gisborne Herald's youth page, I Am Youth”. You can find his other letters here:
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Jakob Pyatt was a Gisborne teenager who lost his battle with cancer.
When he was diagnosed in late 2015, the 15-year-old decided to write about his journey through a series called Jakob's Dictionary, featured on Gisborne Herald's youth page, I Am Youth.
Throughout the series he wrote three entries where he would pick a word and redefine it through the eyes of a teenager with cancer.
The Gisborne Boys' High School student's last entry, Realisation, was about realising he was terminal and how that made him redefine the word and see the world.
He died in March last year, before his final piece was published.
My reality is death, the inevitable. These are all words that are flowing through me. These are all words that haunt my mind like a kid at the lolly shop window or dirt on a coffin lid.
What do you find?
This may seem a bit off topic but I think that blondes, like myself, are a step ahead.
Jacob died in March last year, before his final piece was published. Photo / via Facebook
When I realised that I was dying I cried. Not like the crying emoji, I bawled. Angry, frustrated, pissed off, disappointed - in myself, the world, God, society, but not for the reasons you think.
I was angry at myself for not giving enough, not doing enough to help others.
I was angry at the world for setting a bar for me, although I jumped over it.
I am after all a legend.
I was angry at God for not giving me more time to do his work, and to help him. I'm not a saint.
I was also disappointed I didn't get more time to live, but I've realised I also have more time left. I can still do stuff. I will do stuff, expect more world.
