How helpless you feel when the fact is there; unchangeable, irreversible.
How pretending science looks, when it gives itself the right to confiscate your hopes;How absurd your priorities seem, when you wish, and it’s too late, you could start it all over again, and put your loved one at the top of your list;
How foolish those doctors seem, when they think that their decade-long studies give them the right to pronounce death sentence against your dear one;
How numb your mind feels when it has, and no choice is there, to acknowledge that there’s such a thing called The End, and that it is approaching;
How wrong your calculations seem, when you suddenly realize that what you’ve been building away from your loved one simply has no foundations;
How worthless that passion you followed seems, when you discover that you have deprived yourself of true passion.
My full support and compassion to all those who have known, by bitter, ruthless scientific evidence, that a dear one is leaving soon.