I saw you today.
For what I am afraid will be the last time.
It was such a long time ago they told me you were ill, that you were dying.
Now it seems time has caught up with you and after two years of constant fighting and having to be strong, now, you're letting go.
I know it's stupid and childish but I feel that you are letting us all go too, that you don't want to be here with us anymore.
Like, I said, petty or what but I still want it to be said: please, please don't forget me
But you're bearly conscious now, but when I stood at the foot of your bed, you recognised me, and i'm sorry but I was crying. Then you drifted off into your mophine induced sleep, but at least you weren't in pain this time.
And in my heart you'll always keep.
Although it does nothing other than utterly break my heart to see you, of all people, lying there nothing more than a wasted away human and i'm still thinking "how did it come to this?"
But it did.
And here I am, I envy you at times, you're allowed to give up, you're allowed to want to die, but me, I always had to keep going and every time I fell down I had to pick me up because no one else would.
I know all this is stupid and will pass but, truthfully this life I live, or rather when I get up in the morning and the situations and events that happen between then and falling asleep at night, I bearly recognise or know to tell apart.
Anyway, all this was running through my mind as you chocked on a teaspoon of water they were trying to get you to swallow and then, well, after Kim died and I never got to say goodbye to her, and all the others that left me for that long, dark, sleep I never got to see them.  
It was just too painful.
But this time it was different.
This time I said goodbye and told I'll see you again, soon.
Although in death, we have no concept of time.
Good-bye, and I love you.

Tell God to be good.