Probably the only one who will be with him when he breathes his last will be me.

I do think the universe is at work in all this. I try to think how my soul can grow and be formed by what I am experiencing in tending to the needs of this man who can not care for himself. He's needed so much help, even from the first year that I knew him.

My most important challenge now is to not let my heart be corroded by resentment. That's harder than any of the efforts I make to tend to my bf's physical needs.