Sometimes the reality of it just punches me right in the gut. In the face. Both. It leaves bruises and wounds and a battered heart. I don't want her to die. I want her to live. I don't want her family to be bereaved. I don't want to see her mama's heart break. I can't take it. I hate that I can't be there.
I've been feeling sorry for myself over various things, while my very best friend is in danger of seriously losing her shit, because she is facing losing her child, AND her father.
I know what it's like to need to fall to pieces because everyone needs you and you can't. How many times have I left the room so Aaron wouldn't see me cry?
She cannot change what is happening to her daughter but she needs to be allowed to fall apart. I wish that I could be there and give her a day or two of freedom to do that.
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