The End

  Today is October fifteenth 2007, today Max would turn twenty six. It's been four years since Max died. Four years and three hundred sixty three days since I almost jumped off of a building. Three days I've been on life support because my systems are failing. Two months since my medicines have stopped working. five months since I stopped going to dialysis. My last day before I won't be alive anymore.

   The last few hours I'm spending with Max's parents in my hospital room. His mom is crying and his dad is staring blankly at his hand holding mine.

   "Are you sure about his baby boy?" Max's mom asks, brushing my dirty black hair out of my eyes.

   "I've been sure since Max died," I rasp quietly, leaning into her hand on my cheek and letting my eyes fall shut.

     "They might be able to find new medicines to help you live a little longer," his dad pats my shoulder.

      The rest of this journal was written by me, Max's mother.

    "I've cheated death for four years," E, croaks struggling to take a breath. "There's no cure for AIDS and no cure for a broken heart. I love both of you very much and I want to thank you for being here for me and taking care of Max before I could," he breathed shallowly, his eyes fluttering shut for the last time.

        E was taken off of life support at 12:10 am on October 16, 2007. He finally passed, well he wanted me to write died at 12:30 am. 

         Max's last words: "Tell E I'm with the stars."

         Eeyore's last words:"I'm going to be with Max and the stars."

                             

Author's Note

I really hope that you enjoyed the story, I put a lot of time into writing and trying to make it perfect. Thank you so much for reading. Let me know what you think