Jose A. Corona will be missed. I remember getting a call from my boyfriend on Wednesday July 16, 2003. Going through are normal conversation. On how much we love each other and how we couldn't wait to see each other on Saturday.
On Saturday morning I got a call from Jose's brother saying he had fell unconcious and it did not look good. When I got to the hospital and I saw him he looked as if he was just sleeping and I remember thinking he will wake up. Hours turned into nights and nights turned into days. Each day his family , friends, and I stood by his side.
I remember sitting there holding his hand and telling him to wake up. When the nurse walked in I just asked her is he going to be OK and the look she gave me was cold. I knew from just looking at her that he was dying.
On July 21, 2003 the doctor told us that he was brain dead and there was nothing they could do to save him. I kept thinking to myself Patrice its time to wake up now this is just a dream. I came to reality that it was not a dream it was life.
My boyfriend was only 20 years old too young to leave us. I can now only remember the good times that we had. Thank you for showing me how to love you taught me how to love and I thank you for that. A loving son, brother, and friend you will be truly missed by all.
P.S. I believe that God truly needed an Angel...