Would we call it sad, this survival scene
with two people
who once recklessly pledged their love
for each other?

Which is worse? To see a young life snatched away too soon? Or to watch a long life twist to a tortured end?

Looking at the disease, evaluating losses, taking care of myself—I’m doing all of this better because of help from my friends.

Do you cry? I know I’m not the only one who puddles up often. And now that I’m a caregiver, I’m coming to understand what’s behind some of those tears.