David senses something. He’s been acting strange the past few weeks. Almost as if he is preparing for his goodbye. The doctors haven’t said anything. Yes, I know he is on dialysis, yes, I know that can’t last forever, and yes, I know he’s not a viable candidate for a transplant due to his paraplegia. But he can’t leave. I’m not prepared. I don’t know if I will ever be ready. He is my rock. David keeps me moving forward. There is no one like him. No one.
