Sometimes people want to remember a loved one as they were and not how how they wasted away due to a disease, especially one as horrendous as cancer. There are times I wish I didn't witness the pain and suffering.
You're not alone, no one wants to see that. Again, it's not about how we are, it's about how the sick or injured are.
I didn't want to watch my Dad die, nor my Mom, but I wasn't there for me, I was there for them.
Being there was the hardest thing I have had to do, particularly when I was the one who told the doctors to unplug my Dad, but it was the right thing.
Writing Greg's life down for that post wasn't for Greg. It was for us, selfishly, for me.
It was, and is, a way of my grieving.
Ed
