I saw him grow stronger, but weaker. I saw him have faith. but lossing it. I saw him fiting but giving up. I saw all of these but never cared unil now. I never thought his death would impact me the way it did. If only he could of waited a little bit longer, he would of seein the most Beautiful moment in his life. I knew a couple of tears woulden't bring him back, but I din't cry because of him leaving, I cried because I knew he was going to a much better place then what he was living in.After all I thank God for giving him the opportunity of living a much peacefull life, but I also din't like the idea that he left him go thru all of this experiance if he was going to die at the end, before "the rewarding time." What had he done wrong? I keeped asking myself over and over. All I knew was he was one more victim, and one less evidence.