One of the closest, most important people in my life was diagnosed with a devastating, progressive disease this week. I was told yesterday morning in my living room as I stared out the windows and watched it begin to snow. I knew that tears would only make matters worse, but I was unable to keep them from spilling as I learned that our time with each other is likely cruelly limited. My heart is absolutely aching.
While I know I now have the strength to prepare for whatever comes in the near future, I'm not sure how I will go about it. I only hope I can provide as much support as I have received from my friend over the past two years. I wandered around the house yesterday feeling lost, unable to remember exactly what I was doing in each room.
Words seem lost to me, and I am taking a few days off until they come back to me again.
Labels: death, friends, illness