He doesn't get that I love him and care about him.
He thinks I want him to die
but that is a lie.
He doesn't get how bad he looked in the hospital
with all the tubes poking out everywhere.
We didn't take pictures because we didn't want to share
how bad he looked those first couple of weeks.
We didn't know if he was going to live or die
it was hard not to cry
when you saw him in that bed.
He looked nothing like the Kyle, I knew.
His face all swollen and bruises everywhere
and not knowing if he knows your there.
Not knowing if he will live until the next time I'm there.
I tried to keep my mind off all that happened,
I went to basketball games and talked about it.
This is how I coped with the hit.
He will never know how I felt,
hopefully he will understand that I love him
and I am glad he is alive.
