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I've been quiet. I know. Holding pattern.

I've had other things to say, thoughts to post, but it feels wrong to focus on myself right now.

But its coming soon now, and there's just nothing more to say about it. There is nothing quite like it. Watching someone strong and good fade away to a person you can hardly recognize. Someone you're just grateful can still recognize you from time to time.

So waiting.

And waiting.

It's this point, when even a miracle wouldn't help that makes everything seem a little bit grey, and washed out.