Please, if you can

I remember praying in that hospital room and asking for your will. I remember pleading with you for one more chance at life and I recall crying so much that I couldn’t pray out loud, so I prayed in my heart instead.
Like always, I received your will, not mine. I knew you had power to do the unthinkable: a miracle, but he slipped away, just as it was to happen.
And now I’m sad because he isn’t here anymore and I am. He’s supposed to be here. He was supposed to be here until I was gone because that’s how it all went in my head.

Once again, it’s your will and not mine. However, until I understand what happened I need to be sad for a bit. I’ll try my best to take comfort in knowing that you know best and have chosen to follow through with your will.

You are just so good to me through all of this. You have provided me with comfort in my friends and family, and I am so grateful for that. Thank you. But please God, take care of him. And if there is any chance that you change your mind, let me know.