Zoe Holohan

Somebody would light a cigarette, I'd smell the smoke and bam, I'd be back there.

First of all, it was without a doubt a love letter to Brian.

I felt it was part of his legacy.

I wanted to explain to the world what a good man we'd lost.

It was without a doubt also a love letter to my father, Colm.

He was an artist.

He was the most beautiful soul.

He taught me how to see beauty everywhere.

And yeah, missing Anne Brown to this day.

But it was also my way of, I don't know, thanking all the people.

the phenomenal medical community.

And then what happened halfway along as I was writing those, I kind of realized there was this story unfolding that I believe is quite extraordinary.

It's extraordinary because I'm still here.

You know, I sometimes think, well, really, I shouldn't be.

I should have died in the fire.

I should have died from sepsis.

You know, I should have died from multiple organ failure, but I didn't.

And there was something that kept me here.

And I started to think, well, then what do I do with that?

If I've been given this gift of a second chance at life, well, then I better bloody well do something good with it.