i miss you

He was in ICU for eight straight weeks,my cousin that is.Closest to each other.He was like a brother to me.I could talk to him about anything and everything.I have depression,just like he did,so we understood each others feelings.In that eight weeks I had a feeling I have to visit him and pray to God to spare him.Just before I could go on my own I got a phone call from my aunt asking me to please come pray for him.I rushed to hospital only to see him laying there swollen,silent but yet so sweet.Tears started to fall down my cheeks.I asked my family if I could spend a few moments with him alone.They agreed.I took a few steps closer to find his eyes have already been closed with tape.I took his hand and held it tightly in mine.I asked God for help.It was like I couldn't stop praying.I talked to him and wished he could open his eyes or move his mouth or just a soft sqeeze on my hand.Nothing.I realized it was time to say goodbye.The tears didn't want to stop flowing.I kissed his hand and his forehead and said my goodbyes.On my way out...another phone call.Its over.The end.And that all because of a Docter who didn't know what he was doing.Up until today I still miss him dearly and wish I could have just one more day with him.*