I need to be brave more than anything right now, and it’s so hard. A friend of the family, whom I am extremely close with, has had leukimia for the past 15 years of his life. He is going to die within the next couple of weeks, and he is going to live in our study on a gurney. I want to be there for him, and to hold his hand and just comfort him in his final days. But it’s just going to be so hard. Death is scary. Expecially when it dwells in your own home.