A nurse came to "relieve" me from my nightly vigil tending to Kate. Coping with her fitful dreams; and strength from who knows where demands to move around the house shouting " Will you let me go?". I was fine, on zero sleep and a diet of if only.
Made herself at home on Kate's rocking chair. Read a book. Reeked of stale cigarette smoke.
Wished I'd told her to bugger off. That smell lingered in the room long after Kate had left, destroying that last precious time for me.
This is an official, life's not fuckin' fair, moment.
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