Tyler

Sometimes I think that the world is against me.  I find the end far from sight, hope and motive gone.  But when that happens I turn to the one person I’ve always known to have both, Tyler.  Through thick and thin he’s been there for me, without question or seek of gain.  He has always been for me, until now, when I need him the most, and he is the reason I cry.  He’s lying in the hospital bed fighting for his life, and I don’t know what to do.  Only a miracle could save my lifesaver.  Perhaps I should think of better times, but as I try, I can’t find any in recent times.  It seems as if our lives have been nothing but a torrent storm for the past five years.  First my father died, and then just as things were looking up, Danny, my brother, got cancer; he struggled with it for a year and a half, but in the end he lost.  I took it really hard, but Tyler took it harder.  We supported each other.  Danny and Tyler were best friends since high school.  Now they may both leave me.  Somehow I will go on… but I cannot see how now.  Tyler is a “musical artist”; he sings and plays the guitar.  His fans are praying for him, but if it’s his time I fear no number of prayers will keep him here.  He was on tour, when there was a stage “accident”.  The crew let more than 500 people on the flimsy stage, more than 200 people were seriously injured, some died; Tyler was luckier than them.  But I don’t know if he’ll beat the odds or not.  He’s in a coma now, he hasn’t opened his eyes for three days, and that’s how long I’ve been sitting here.  Charlie, Tyler’s back up vocalist, is concerned about me.  He keeps watch while I shower and eat.  Charlie was in the back, changing costumes, when the stage cracked in two, sending all 500 people on top of each other, three stories down.  I still can’t believe it.  It seems like yesterday was our honeymoon… three months ago; the best week of my life.  Even that seems darkened by its consequences.  We have a baby girl on the way, a little girl who may never know her daddy.  Tyler’s ring is the only thing that looks normal about him, the tubes and bandages hide everything about him.  I keep thinking he’ll wake up and hug me… I wish he would, every time something changes I get my hopes up.  The doctors think he’ll die soon, that’s why they don’t do anything about me.  They figure I’ll be gone with Tyler soon enough.