Weeks have passed since then and there has been no hope of Brandon coming out of the coma. I don’t know what to do or expect at this point. With every passing day, my hope seems to shatter badly.
Every day seems the same, I go to the hospital sitting beside Brandon, holding hands, in the hope of sensing some moments in his body, but every day there doesn’t seem to be any change in his condition. But I try my best to fight to not lose hope. I search for any signs of progress, clinging to the smallest glimmers of hope.
Hope that everything will be alright. For once again Brandon will be with his kids with me. He will be normal. And I will keep fighting until the very end, for everyone that’s precious in my life. I remind myself of the beautiful memories we've shared together, the laughter
