i don't know what to feel...
It still surprises me how easily someone can say with full confidence that your loved one has 48 hours to live. I wonder if it should make it easier. Is knowing supposed diminish the pain of the actual passing? Or is it a warning to enjoy whatever final moments you can muster of what is just a shadow of the person he was. It only seems to make you feel that he’s already gone. Is that what I’m supposed to feel?
I hope you stay but in case you don't, Goodbye my uncle...