You got questions.
I wish I didn’t have the answers…
How is he doing?
I don’t know.
I know nothing about what its like afterwards…
I wish I was not there.
In that hospital.
On that day.
To witness it all.
Everything was going fine.
The doctors were taking care of him well.
But things went wrong in a blink of an eye.
I had gotten out of my seat and ran to the window of the door when I Heard frantic noises coming from inside.
I watched for maybe 2 minutes.
Then the room went dead silent.
Thats all I remember.
Because I had collapsed on the floor.
When I woke up on the bed I was put on the first thing I asked was “Is he alright?”
The doctor looked at me and said nothing.
Finally after about a minute he said two words.
When he said those two words I felt as if something struck me with a spear.
He got up and walked away.
I laid in that bed for maybe 2 hours.
I kept saying that it was a dream it was a dream.
But I knew it wasn’t.
R.I.P Johnathan Hill.
November 17th 1991-August 6th 2007