How are we supposed to go on without you? How are we to move on?

Resentful. Resentful because You didn't let me say a proper goodbye. However pessimistic it was, it would have been better than this.

Better than not being able to say goodbye, better than being a stranger to him, better than him not remembering me, not remembering us.

It would have been better than that.

You didn't give me a chance.

How could you let it happen so fast? So unexpectedly?

It was only weeks ago I spoke to him. He was fine then, at least he sounded fine. At least then he still remembered me. At least then he was still capable of talking, of eating, of drinking, of remembering!!!

What happened between now and then? What went wrong?

Give us a little more time. Give him a little more time.