I fear that on a fine, cooling, bright, sunny day that when i call out for her,
when i shake her with all my might, there will be no answer.
A fear that i must eventually embrace. A fear that i know one day, soon, will happen.

I've always wondered how people, who have lost their parents at their young age, felt.
And now i do, i know how horrible it feels, the process of seeing them slowly fade away
from your grasp and there's nothing you can do about it. But say goodbye.

I know a lot of people tell me to have faith to pray to believe that there'll be a miracle.
But sometimes, it's hard. It really is. BUT, maybe through her illness, he's trying to make us stronger
in our faith, to make us grow spiritually. Well, i don't know what His plan is but,
Let go and let God.