This guy I went to school with – someone I haven’t spoken to in several years now – had some terminal disease. In what were probably last days, he was friendly and joking around, which made it even more agonizing.
His hair kept falling out before our eyes. Skin dribbled off his face.
I couldn’t carry the conversation without crying. The normal things I thought up to say wouldn’t come out. Malin was sobbing too, but she was stronger than me. She kept it together and she put her hand on my shoulder.