Some days are better than others. Some days he seems pretty okay. I can almost forget on those days. I'm able to see past it into our future.
Some days are bad. It's obvious that he's sick. He's slow moving and looks like he hurts. He's quiet and far away. And nothing seems to help.
Some days I wish I knew the future. The unknown is always what's most scary. I wish I knew what would work. Or how how to help. Or what to say. But I don't know any of those things.
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