I remember the four of us standing in the hospital room. Me, my mom, Poppa, and Kathryn. All standing in a half circle around the neurologist. The results of the EEG had presented themselves and the decision would be made based upon that and that alone. I'm fairly certain that we all knew what was coming. The last two weeks had all been moving towards it. But knowledge and acceptance are two very different things.

"There's no brain activity anymore whatsoever. Even if she comes out of this, there is a less than one percent chance of ever regaining the life she had before. Five percent.. maybe. And that's being optomistic. But realistically speaking, less than one percent. Otherwise, a persistant vegetative state is going to be the result."

I guess there's... not really any sense is writing about it all, all over again. It's all been done, it's all been said. It's over. She's gone. She's gone forever. I miss her more and more with every day that passes. Life will never be the same again..
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