To those of you who know me, I've spent the past five months helping take care of my friend George, sadly he's now, no longer with us, his passing was expected but you are never really ready when it comes as I found out. Emotionally I can't express how I feel, I don't think I can process this just yet. All I know is I feel I'm taking this a little to well. I haven been able to cry or really feel much happiness or sadness, I'm just blah about it, I guess because I watched form beginning to end how this happened. He went from a happy active person with a close amount of friends, to a weak frail man with just myself and a handful of friends, I was there when he was diagnosed, I was there right up to the end, and what I saw that. Night at the end was still to much to bare. The person who was my first friend at work, the man who told me if I ever needed a place to lay my head, laying there, mouth open quarters over his eyes because they didn't close. Some one said it was to pay the ferryman.

I hurt and I can't cry, I mourn but no tears fall. All I can do is. Be there for his wife and family, as I have been this whole time. Question is what is going to happen to me when I'm left alone with just the memories?

Thank you for taking the time to read this who ever does.