It's been almost a year.
It's easy for me to talk about him... I love talking about him, but not about him being sick. Random things will trigger memories about him suffering... all the hospital visits... the night it happened... it kills me. Life gets a bit easier everyday, but it never gets any better. I don't have any closure. I never got to say any of the things I wanted to say, or do any of the things I should have done for you.
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- "I am responsible. Although I may not be able to prevent the worst from happening, I am responsible for my attitude toward the inevitable misfortunes that darken life. Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have - life itself."