Fifteen months ago in ICU they said you were dead. I was there,holding on to you for dear life. It wasn't to be. Death came into that sterile room to mock us, superimposing all the lines of life giving fluids and oxygen intubation. For a few days Death was kept at bay but as the doctor told us, it was a sham. Smoke and mirrors fooled us to believe you were still alive. You really weren't. Then we had to decide to let you go to Death. It was a victory for Him. The dark days followed. Days turned into months. Disbelief was a constant companion. Our counter to Death. Somehow this will turn into some long drawn out nightmare that will right itself into our old reality. Kent will be fine and we'll laugh about this terrible mixup. And so the days and months followed bleakly championing Death's gain. Bit by bit it wore us down. Kent will never be here again. It has been a very long struggle but I finally have to say that you won. Kent is never coming back. It's been a long journey. I give up. Kent is dead. Death, you won.