I lit a cigarette driving home from work that day. Raindrops lightly hit the windshield and made a tiny knocking noise . The vibration from the phone seemed so loud as the quiet rushed in from all directions. I quickly checked the message knowing the news would be bad. The time we had together has been cut yet again. As I drove on the silence was almost horrifyingly calm.The time for me to see you was running out. I drifted as thoughts stampeded through me not know how final this day would be. We rushed by your side everyone struggling with the fact nothing could be done. Watching your breathing get smaller and smaller we waited in agony. Then as fast as life begins your breathing stopped. I looked around the room at everyone’s face holding their breath hoping it wasn’t the last time we could talk to you, hoping it wasn’t the last time we could hold you, laugh with you. The silence in the room was almost deadly.