Obviously I know that the day will come, the last day Rebecca sees my face, I just never would have thought the day would be coming so soon. How am I going to hold on to her? How am I going to be able to see her vision go? I can’t let go, I won’t be able to. I realize I have time between now and then, but it’s not enough. I was hoping that the last time Rebecca saw my face it would be weathered and wrinkled, and I’d have gray hair, and I’d be in a nursing home somewhere. This isn’t how it’s supposed to happen.