I didn't want you to leave. Even you have now admitted you shouldn't have gone. Since you moved, you've had cervical cancer, nearly died because of a ruptured bowel, then found out the cancer returned to your lungs. And now you're dying.
During all of this, I have been helpless. I can't do ANYTHING.
WHY DID YOU HAVE TO MOVE OVER 200 MILES AWAY?
My heart is breaking bit-by-bit as every day that passes, I know I could get that phonecall. And I can't be there with you.
It's just not fair. I love you so much...
