Given Time

Every day is a gift.  Always has been.  But sometimes we forget that in the grind of every day living.  The dishes are always needing to be washed, laundry done, house picked up, etc.  We go to work, we eat, we sleep.  And on it goes.
Dave's kidney's are shutting down and he was told he had two to five weeks left.  That was harsh.  Not unexpected, just quicker.  We all have mixed emotions on it.  Dave is sad.  He thought he would see the littles grow up.  I remember that feeling without an illness when Mike was young.
Dave gets to tell his mom and Doug.  I got Tanya and the rest of the family.  Doing the best I can.  I'm just glad that Dave doesn't have the attitude that Doug does about it all having to be secret and private.  He is fine with how I handle my end.  I have shared on facebook, here and in person.  I haven't went overboard anywhere.  And Dave knows that.
I know that Dave and I are divorced.  But he was my very best friend for a very long time.  And even divorced he is still a major part of my life.  For both of us life is going to end as we know it.  I'm going to miss that man.  The one who could talk to me for hours.  The one who loved me to the end of the earth.  Father of my child.  Co-parent with the littles.  We cooked, we gardened, we travelled and read.  We were good until the disease took control.  We are good now.  Funny how that works.