He’s dying and I’m not sure what to do. I feel so fucked up, because I can’t even cry. We’ve always been good friends, and he’s the last person I ever expected to end up this way. He’s going to likely die a very slow, agonizing death, and I only wish that there was some way to take away the pain. They’ll prolong it; they always do. How cruel.
I am yet again reminded why I have been so faithless for so long. All I have to fall back on is hate, and that absolute realization that life will someday kill us all. Death is rarely bestowed on the willing. There was a time when I would have eagerly taken another’s place at the front of the line. And now, I just don’t know.
I wish you a painless, easy death. Thank you for sharing time with me. I’m sorry that there is nothing I can do.
I promise it’s okay to be afraid.