Just everything keeps reminding me that we aren't sure how much time we have left but it's less than yesterday.

I look at my dog, pictures of family, my fiancée, and just want to cry. It just seems so cruel to put us on a ball with no certainty that we'll see this person again after they die.

Why me of all the other sperm? I really didn't ask for this but I'll live it just because I don't want anyone sad when I pass.