End
The end was near. Voices hovered over my head. Time is running out, they said.'Wait', I said, It's not over yet. "He's still alive""But he's almost gone"Not yet"He's our son, Phil. I can't let go. Not now""That's it, Deb. It has been a month. He can't even hear us"But I can, Dad. I hear you."Just give him one more day, Phil" I may need more than a day, you know"He's as good...
