Thursday, March 13, 2014

Hit in the head with a ton of bricks

Every so often, the fact my boyfriend is dying flies out of nowhere and hits me hard.

Most days, you just go about your business.  You don't think about it.

Even when he looks so small or can't scratch an itch because his arms don't reach a place anymore or now I have to give him his insulin shot (because his arms don't reach that place anymore) - I don't really consciously think about it.

But every so often, like this morning, it squeezes my heart and stops my world for just a second.

It's a bright, sunny day.  It's time to get up.  The world just keeps moving and so do I.

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