This was a couple of days later (after "please")...I was actually smart enough to write the date down.
7/5/09- 9:21pm
You think things are supposed to get better or at least you hope. I don’t talk much about him but when I do I know no one wants to hear it. my genuine feeling are met with nods and eyes that don’t look at me. Usually short phrases like “it sucks” or “hope he gets better”. Over the counter recipes it seems….venting. I did talk about it with a friend of mine who had lost before. His brother was 15 and was playing football when he got hit in the head to hard. He died within minutes. I told him in a way he was lucky. The pain of watching someone you love deteriorate is like nothing I’ve seen or felt. He sleeps most the day and when he’s awake he not really aware of what’s going on. I sit and watch him sleep. Hold his hand. I think that helps…sometimes he moans and screams while sleeping. Like hes caught in a nightmare, and cant wake up. Never have I felt so helpless.
They put him on a ventilator. My dad said it was only a matter of days. Ill go see him tomorrow.
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