I have this real intense experience sitting day by day with a really great friend as he enters his final stage on his journey.

I haven't left, doing what I can to make sure he's comfortable, along with a small handful of some really amazing people, they've helped keep him company, get his meds, get food, tell stories, laugh. I'm talking to all the people he's talked about. It's like meeting the characters from a favorite book.

I have been lucky enough to talk to him, send over the stories and music and videos from his vast amount of friends and loved ones.

I have had the chance to tell him what he means to me and hope I have been equally as good to him. One really humbling thing about Lou is that it felt like he really read into who I was, recognized things about me that few people do. And in my flaws, he seemed to be able to find some amusement. I get to see the best in some of the people that surround him that I didn't necessary see right away myself.

I try to stay focused on the task and it helps me keep my shit together but fuck, I don't want to lose my friend.

Friends like this don't come often. Love you partner, one sided bantering just doesn't work so well.