"Then that's what we'll do. We can get ice cream and go sit in the sun and just, I don't know, be," I say as I take another shrimp.

I love seeing him smile. I love seeing him not weak and sick and miserable. This is, hands down, the hardest two weeks of my life. Even the grief over my parents can't really compare to seeing the man I love so ill. I mean, well, it's just different. Grief isn't the same feeling as helplessness.