He's dying. Okay he's dying. And I can't help him I can't do a fucking thing. I CANT HELP HIM.
I just have to sit here and wait for him to die because this disease hasn't got a cure it's like cancer it's a mass killer and it is taking someone from me and it brakes me it fucking destroys me. Why. Why does this happen. Why. I have to sit there and listen to his story's knowing this could be the last time I see him I have to memorise his face knowing he's slowly slipping away. He won't watch me get married. He won't see my children. He won't be there. And it kills me to watch him slip away from my reach how do I deal with this how can anyone deal with this.
