Taking his last breath

"Have you ever seen someone taking his last breath?" He said to me and I brushed off the question, wanting to change the subject. I didn't want to talk about it but ever since then I've been thinking about it more then ever, how I was sitting there witnessing someone who was like my second dad taking his last breath. Every time I remember it I get chills and tears start to run down my face.

My aunties husband died in cancer a couple of months ago and I was there as his illness was taking the life of the strongest, most willfull man I had ever met. This man was someone whom everybody looked up to and I couldn't ever imagine a life without being able to have him as a neighbor, without being able to see him all the time. The time came when I got the news that there wasn't a chance for him and I broke down, falling on the floor crying, not knowing how to get up. The only thing that gave me strength was that I had to be strong and go tell this to his kids who were in school. How was I going to tell maryama, kadde and nonna these news? I had to be strong enough for their sake. I told them and we went to guthenburg to stay by his side.

The next morning I went there again but I decided to stay at the hospital this time. And I wasn't the only one, his whole family and almost all his friends wanted to stay by his side. We were about a hundred people filling the hospital and when I remember this I think about how many people he was loved by... How many people who respected him and wanted to be by his side. He was truly loved. As his last moments came to en end I just wanted to die, it was an experience I don't wish upon anyone. Not only did I witness someone taking his last breath but I witnessed my uncle who meant the world to me taking it.

3ammo allah yor7amak w ya3te el 2ewiye la 3ayltak ...