by Shirelle Nov 21, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
grieving, loss
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As I rushed off the plane down to the emergency room I come across his room where he laid his body. He was shaking and in a deep dream were he never woke up. The monitors were all dying on him and giving up hope on him. I stood there crying with my dad and his nephew and sister. We sat and sat hours and hours hoping he would wake but no sound of him awakening up. So all we did was let him rest until we knew it was time to go. |