I'm just sitting here tonight thinking of you.
I wish you were here with me.
I need your strength.
I need your comfort.
Today was hard.
I saw many things that weighed heavily on my heart.
I knew it was coming.
I thought I was prepared.
I felt that I was ready to face this now.
I was wrong.
I hate seeing her like this.
The disease took her away from me.
Her body is still here, but her mind has left.
Such a terrible thing. The condition, not the poem.