Watching someone disappear slowly is its own terrible grammar. There are moments they look right at me and I can feel the person I know flicker and go dim. The appointments stack up until life feels like a waiting room with snacks. I am grieving someone who is still here and somehow that makes me lonelier. Every small decline feels like an event nobody else heard. I am grieving someone who is still here and somehow that makes me lonelier.
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