The tragedy

My little cousin was diagnosed with Leukemia when he was only about 6 years old.

I took care of him since
he was born and til
he was 6

6 short years with him
and he was taken to the hospital

I remember that night
the ambulance came to take him away..

I was watching tv with him
and he said it was cold..

I got a blanket for him
and wrapped him up in it
and held him in my arms

He still said it was cold
and I held him tighter wondering
what was wrong with him

So I put my cheek to his head
and he was cold..ice cold
and I'm like whoa.. it¡s not that cold

So I told him to go brush his teeth and go to bed

He said he was too cold to move

So I carried him there
and helped him brush his teeth.

He makes sucha cute spiting sound
when he spits out he water

Any way

So I carried him to his bed
and covered him with blankets

He and Id sleep in the bed with him..
it was a twin bed

Cause he was usually scared of the dark.
And he needed me there to keep him company

So I stay'd and he soon fell asleep
while I was holding him
and I went back up stairs in my room
to go get ready for homework

Soon I heard screaming downstairs
and wonder what was wrong

I went down stairs and
I see my grandma holding Savio

While his nose was gushing out
blood and coughing up blood

There was blood everywhere

His mother was on her way home from work

So was his father

They called for an ambulance..

And they dressed Savio up

His mother carrying him

And when they walked out
of the house to the ambulance

It started snowing

I was starring out my window
as they took him away.

Here's the link to my blog on that day for further details.