Thank you for working with me on Friday... and seemingly to understand why I would panic immediately at that change.

Thank you for the warm smile that seemed to reach your eyes when we talked about last session.

How am I going to do this without you in my corner? I wonder if you too see Friday as kind of the turning point in this saying goodbye.

Today, I stopped myself from saying that you'll be gone, when the anger flared a little. It's hard to keep up the good fight when everything seems to point to nothing.

Friday. Seems like it is tomorrow and feels like it is a mile of days.