Watching a friend slowly succumb to a cruel and incurable disease.
Still there. Trapped in his own flesh. By his own flesh. Avenues of expression slowly closing off, one by one. Lying in front of his wife and son and family and friends. But separated from them in an unspeakable way.
The anger I feel. The pain I feel. The sorrow at times missed. These can be nothing compared to those felt by him and his loved ones.
I feel so helpless watching my friend die.