From Greg's Journal

I've decided to stay with dad tonight... I don't think he's gonna make it tonight... I read him a story (the fall of freddy the leaf) I've called him bucko and buckaroo, like he used to call me when I was little (I used to hate it, but I'd give anything for him to call me that one more time) I was surrounded by friends and family tonight, but now it's just me and dad... I've never been so afraid in my life... I'm afraid of losing this part of myself and I'm afraid of what I'm going to become when this is over... dad always hated when I'd slip and tell him goodbye... he used to tell me that I can say it to him when he dies... well, I promised him tonight that I was never going to say goodbye again, just 'see you later' I stayed with him until he went, a little later that night... I hate to tell people this, but all he said all night was 'help' and he'd throw up his arms when he'd say it... dad, what do you want me to do, how can I help you? I talked him through it... I held his hand... I told him that it was alright to go... to say hi to his mom and dad, and to get it ready for us, because we'd be along eventually... dad, you don't need to wait for us, we'll catch up when we're ready... it's alright, you don't need to fight anymore... go ahead dad, it's alright... and I watched the life fade from his body... I knew the exact moment that he left us... and it makes me feel better knowing that he wasn't alone that night"

I dread the day when I'm where Greg was that night. It hurts me to know he hurt that bad. It hurts me to know I'll hurt like that. God, I'm not ready to deal with death.