two years.
i don't think much about the actual day my brother legally died. only the day he entered the hospital. once i saw him in person, it was hard not to lose hope.
(i don't mean for that to be depressing; there's no use for that now. it just is what it is.)
the day i said goodbye was terribly sad and tore my heart into a thousand pieces and was probably the actual worst moment in my life, so far and as much as i can estimate. but the date itself was insignificant. the real opportunity to say goodbye had already passed.
(i don't mean for that to be depressing; there's no use for that now. it just is what it is.)
the day i said goodbye was terribly sad and tore my heart into a thousand pieces and was probably the actual worst moment in my life, so far and as much as i can estimate. but the date itself was insignificant. the real opportunity to say goodbye had already passed.