It’s been four weeks since you had any food, yet I’m absolutely astonished by your resilience.  I don’t know how you still have the strength to open your eyes.

I can’t help but assume that this is going to be a long, drawn-out decline.  And I’m undecided whether this is a blessing or a curse.  I can’t let you go but I hate seeing you suffer.  We’re on your time now, sweetheart.  I’ll take as much time as you want to give me.