Dear young lad,
It was the first and last day that we meant. I remember you very well and always will. You were chatty and did not look ill but the cancer was feeding on you. I remember how you talked about the school and friends. You did not shy away when I started the conversation.
The doc was going to operate on you and everything would have been alright. But it did not. There was no ‘next day’ for you. Life is unpredictable and unfair.
Your last breathe! The memory is still crystal clear: one deep inhale and you were gone. I remember your mother sitting on stairs alone. It wasn’t her but I in front of you during the last breathe. How strange is life! How I had thought in those few seconds to pull you back and not let you go.
No medical equipment was able to review you. When you were taken in ICU I saw your parents. She wasn’t crying. She was calm on outside but I could feel her, losing her child.
Rest in peace.
The one who will keep you alive in memory