I tear up each time at the thought of you.
What am I but a feeble human being after all?
It's beyond my capabilities to be your saving grace, your wonderwall.
But I vow to hold your hand the way you'd held mine when I was still a young thing.
I promise to visit you as often as possible, and regale you with stories that took place in the past.
I swear to not lose faith ever, that there's a chance for a miracle, for you to be set free from this suffering.
All this I would do, until the day God decides to call you home to Heaven.
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