1:30 AM, September 6th, 2005.
He was doing so good. We had hope for the future. The flame was dying after 2 and a half long years, but we still had some left. He was so healthy before. He was gonna live to be 100 million years old. He was gonna see me graduate. He was gonna see all of us graduate.
I remember at the lake when we'd scour for golf balls that had rolled down the bank to the shore. He'd pay us $1.00 for each good one. I remember he'd take us out in the water with the paddle board and we'd all stand on it. He'd shake it, and the last person standing won. I remember at a music concert he was sitting next to me. I remember we were in the front row, and I remember him singing along.
I remember making him laugh.
He's laughing now...
...but we're crying.
It wasnt supposed to end like this.