You wait there by the bed wondering when he’s going to wake-up but instead all you hear is your heart beating anxiously with every second clicking on the clock but instead every second on the clock is something anxious waiting to happen. Hours slowly passed by, you can hear his breathing slowly begin to fade and get softer and softer, his heart beat was slowly giving up. Until you know that he is gone in person but always there in memory and sprit. But one day you’ll wake from this tragic and see him there in his new home because the one he left was temporary he’s finally home and someday you will be to.