When you watch someone pass too early...
It changes you.
In the end the things that no longer mattered, were the things she was still trying to keep up with.
Make sure the phone bill is paid.
What will happen with the car.
Sign this, sign that.
She spent her final days mitigating the end like a checklist.
I watched through my hands, through shots of whiskey, through complete despair.
I watched it take you.
Why did it have to be you?