How could this happen? How can this be? When we last spoke You were thinking of coming to see me. I got a call that you weren’t okay. We came to the hospital almost every day. You didn’t get better I had to make the call; your daughter Had them unplug your machines from the wall. When you passed, your son held your hand. I didn’t make it to witness your last stand. You are gone now and our hearts are broken. How can we have left so much unspoken.