November 9, 2002
		They took you away this morning. No more believing you would cheat death one more time. You were cold, and the nurse swore, in writing, That you had no pulse. We watched, anguished, how you grasped at the last breath of life Until it was gone and your stillness was complete amongst our tears. And one Kendall delivered you to another. It took your illness for me to understand our love. Will there be another level of epiphany now that you are gone? Will your departure be bearable? No. I will wake up tomorrow and you will still be there. I know you will. I know you won't. I don't believe either.