I don't fear the Reaper. I just hate him.
So last weekend I got a call, the nurse said to start calling people, Mike's time was running short. So got out there, and sure enough, he was only able to stay awake for a few seconds at a time.
I just got a call from his mom, he's slipped into the coma, usually it's only a matter of a few days at this point.
I keep reminding myself that he's always beat the odds, that he's literally held out decades longer than the norm.
I guess I was trying to convince myself that he'd somehow beat this as much as I was trying to convince myself that he's had a pretty good run.
This is the first time I've had to deal with someone passing that I've been close to, and I'm not coping with it too well. I don't like this emotional turbulence. This is way more disruptive to me than anything else I can think of. Parent's divorces, breakups... none of it comes close.
I'm probably going to be out of communication for the next few days. I'll be in touch when I can handle talking.