Two years ago today I picked you up and saw blood and I knew this was it, you were leaving me for good. Us for good. We took you to the hospital. I was so sad but relieved that this horrible week of death for you was over. I gave you medicine for any pain you might of had. Sometimes I wonder if it was a blessing or a curse to be the only one you would take anything from. Your last words were you yelling at the nurse for touching you. I saw you dying and got the nurse to tell her you were about to go and left the number for the funeral home for her. Then went to be with you and everyone to wait for you to die. I hate myself for being the leader that week. The strong one? Yeah right. Giving you your medicine and making the decisions. I should have just grieved. It gets worse everyday. I miss you crazy old man.
Oh, and the love you showed for Momma that week, it broke my heart but in a good way. If that makes sense.
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