Right! Sort of funny when you're sitting there listing to it. The room was really silent. He just looked at me like I should of had something important to say... but really ... I said nothing, I just sat there, staring at him. Really?! I thought. It's so selfish. All the 87 years that you have had and all the things that you can think about is dying!? Huh!
Maybe I'm a whole bunch of selfish. In reality I hate coming here and having to look at him stuggling to entertain me when all I want is to help him. I really thought that this was going to be so much easier that what it is.
I thought that I would walk in the door and say "Hi, I'm here to take you where ever you need to go. Do what ever you need to do." But it doesn't appear to be working out that way. I seem to be more of a burden than a help which makes it harder to come back.
Ya know what .. he says, "Why don't I just die and get it over with," Well, Fuck him! I'm not going to let that happen. I'm just not. She can't live without him and I'm not old enough to be without a Grand Grandpa B. So Fuck him and the Death that he rode in on.
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