"Don't worry about me, just worry about getting yourself better.I love you"... Those were the last words I said to Monique, while I held her hand till they made me let go so they could send her off to the I.C.U. I watched them roll her into the unit and she waved at me and my mom.
Her biggest fear was dying in the same place our father died, I'm sorry Monique.
Lately I haven't been able to get that day out of my mind, going over all the details, all the what if's and things I wish I would have said. I'm sorry Monique.
I feel like I'm stuck in some fucked up nightmare, Today I fell asleep on the couch, and I'm no light sleeper, and all of a sudden I woke up, feeling wide awake, I just laid there calmly with my eyes open, facing the back of the coach. The sun was out and shining into the living room and it felt like a different day, suddenly I thought "maybe it really was just a fucked up nightmare" and I jumped up and realized that tiny itty bitty little hope I was trying to grasp to, was all shit, as I put on my glasses to see her memorial photo boards all around me.
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