sanzio

Well, I spent the weekend at the Stanford hospital with my friend and his Mom. I walked in the door to see my best friend in tears. I didn't know what to do, what to say, or how to help. That was at 11:00am. They had made the decision to take out the ventalator, and it would happen at 2:00pm. All the visitor were put in the crying room while his family would go into the room, watch the doctors take out the ventilator, and be there for his last breaths. We all knew it was going to happen, there was no changing the cards that were delt. But when his brother,(my best friend) and his mother came out of the room to us, it was like getting hit by a frieght train. Because we all knew. And now after a week of hope, it was all over. My best friend slept in his brothers room all week. He withdrawled from school to be with his brother. No body should die the way he did. We should all live till our bodies cant go on. And no Mother should burry her son