We didn't get to make a bargain with the good old good death. And other people are pretty uncomfortable with our grief. Or they've got it all worked out, they want to reassure you. Those are the worst. They want to help you.
Some friendships fall by the wayside.
My anger is essentially this obscene thing that's attacking me, that makes me mad, makes me mad that I can't deal with it. My anger often is reflected with my wife. She'll do something and, it makes me mad, beyond what would be normal. In my case I'm angry because I can't do things I used to do. This is the first disease that I'm not recovering from.