Do you feel me? I see you there all drawn out of existence as you tremble from the cold, even though it feels a little warm to me but I understand they say blood pressure is dropping which means your status is getting worse than I remember. Do you remember the time back in the day when you decided to tell the family that you were gay? Which to me back then meant happy, because that is what you always seemed to be all the time but even then we didn’t know that you had AIDS cause she was trying to catch up to you, creeping ever so slowly. Now back to reality, I see she finally caught up as you lie in your hospital bed bleeding from your sores, drench in your own piss and filth, and as much as it upsets me, I can’t complain because the nurse just changed your sheets not even 15 minutes ago. I try to feed you and I am forced to hold back my tears because you can barely sit up since you only weigh 100lbs, your slobbering and coughing and the mixture of all these things are making me sick to my stomach like pork, so I buckle down because I love you and no one I know cares about you as much as I do. As you throw up on yourself I start thinking…**** it’s so hard to sit here it just hurts me so much to see you like this. Then I made you an offer to accept God in your life and what do you say to me…”Don’t push that God **** on me” as if I had cursed you. So instead I will let that four–letter ***** restore your health in the after life because your so-called good works don’t’ mean **** to her or her father. So I’m praying every night and watching my back so that I won’t make any mistakes and end up like so many mislead, lost and dying. Also that you change your mind so that I can see you in the next lifetime, if you can feel me. Do you feel me?