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When a loved one dies it seems like it is the end of the world. We wonder how we will ever go on without them, and for weeks, months, and years we are preoccupied by the thought of them being gone. In reality though the death of a loved one should be a lesson to us all, it should be a lesson to show us that we don’t have forever to spend with the people who are important to us, and that we don’t have forever to make our dreams come true. Starting in May of 2009 was when my brother Danny got sick, but the thought of him being terminally ill never even crossed my mind. It had been a year since I had seen him but we talked all the time and he always seemed just fine. I had no idea anything was even wrong until my dad told me that my brother had had a heart attack. Danny was only twenty-two, and he was born with type one diabetes so when I heard about the heart attack I thought it was just another random symptom of his diabetes. Over the next couple of months though, Danny had heart attacks more frequently. Nobody told me what was going on or what was wrong with him until he finally had to be flown to a hospital in Minneapolis. Little did I know, his heart had started failing and apparently if somebody is diabetic they can’t receive a heart transplant. My brother was in the hospital for a month and his condition progressively got worse. At twenty two years old Danny was bound to a hospital bed with tubes and needles all over him. My brother didn’t even recognize his own wife, mother, father, or even his son. The only person he recognized was our oldest brother Andrew. His whole life was like a book that had all of the pages ripped out now.(Simile.) While Dan was in the hospital I wasn’t able to go see him because of school and the fact I hadn’t done very well in school lately, and my brother couldn’t have his phone in the hospital. My dad gave me the number for the hospital so that I could call and talk to Danny, but every time I called the nurses said they would...
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