Anticipatory grief is being asked to say goodbye while still doing the dishes. 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. People tell me to treasure the time left like I am not already wringing it out with both hands. Slow loss has a way of making you feel disloyal for noticing reality.
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