I had never heard her say those words like that before. It had always been said with the surprised, musical tone of someone who had just come in from prancing through a meadow. This was dead and flat.
Love, life, is like sand. My life is so stable and short-sighted that I forget that all around me the sand is moving, from all points, towards the inevitable. There is no way to hold or contain it. I feel helpless as I watch it pass through my fingers, stained by guilt, as if there were something I can do to fix this but fail to.
For what little it may be, I swear I will never look away.
Be a friend, be available, and understand it is no ones fault. It is cancers fault.
Having a sister like friend die of lung cancer, I feel your frustrations. We must not hide in a cocoon and take blame.
Be there for support and leave the logic to the dr’s.