The Inevitable

death

I knew you were going to die. We had been watching the disease eat away at you for months now. It was sucking the life out of you, and no matter how hard you fought, the illness always had the upper hand.

I didn’t know, however, just how much it was going to hurt to let you go. I wasn’t ready to cope with the inevitable. After I overcame the initial shock, my emotional pain was so strong that it turned into physical aches. Nothing could have prepared me for grieving.

My only comfort is that I know how much you loved me, and that is something that will never die.
♠ ♠ ♠
Prompt: Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.