For two weeks I stood by your bedside, talking with you, listening to your whispers as you were slipping away. Your departure was untimely, there are so many things I needed to tell you. How devastating it must have been for you to see me watching your every breath so intently. With each triumphant moment and every sad sorrow I feel the need reach out to you or call you. But each time I remember that your not there...
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