During B's illness, there were many times that I thought I would gladly take her place, and I meant that literally. I often asked God "Why her and not me?" I can honestly say that I would have taken her place without hesitation.
However, in looking back at it now, I can say that I'm glad that it was me that was left behind, and not her. I would not have put her through these dark and lonely days, not for anything.
Life will go on, it will get better. I know that. But until then, it's awfully hard.
