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I laid my head on his hand while I sobbed. "Baby, it's all ready, I just closed on our farm. All of our dreams are coming true."
                          
He's so still, and I heard a few noises come through his mouth. I look up and grab a towel to wipe his face. 
                          
"I love you so much, and it's all going to be okay." I reach up and wipe a tear off my cheek.
                          
"Isabella, can I see you for a moment?" Kathleen, Braden's mom, popped her head in the room.
                          
"Um, yeah, sure." I leaned over and kissed Braden's forehead and followed Kathleen to an empty room.
                          
"Have a seat, sweetheart." I felt a little nervous, and I'm still crying.
                          
She sat next to me in the empty bed and took my hand into hers.
                          
"You know I love you like a daughter, otherwise we wouldn't be having this talk right now."
                          
I nodded my head yes.
                          
"Honey, Braden is gone. He's been gone for over a year and a half, and it pains me to say these words to you, but I need...no, Braden needs you to move on, he's not coming back. He has such little brain activity, the doctors say he will never function again. Don't be another one of his victims."
                          
I looked at her with pain in my eyes and she continued.
                          
"He chose to drink and drive that night, and that decision led him to hit that family head on. That was his choice, and he ruined so many lives. Don't let your life be one of them, he wouldn't want you seeing him like this sweetie." She tried to comfort me.
                          
I looked up at her with tears running down my cheeks.  "But I promised him we would buy that farm, we would live there until we died. Kathleen, how can you expect me to move on? How do I do that? Because I'm not capable." I cried while I shook my head, then looked back down at our hands.
                          
She moves my hair behind my ear.
                          
"You are capable, more than capable, actually. You are a vet, not a flight attendant, and you're not tied down to anyone. Go find yourself a deserving man, one that will have those babies with you. Invite us to your wedding, let those babies call me Grandma. Don't leave our lives, but live your life."  She said.
                          
"Why are you saying this now? Why? We worked so hard to get him where he is, and now you want me to give up on him?" 
                          
"After the last pneumonia, his father and I decided to make him DNR. Honey, his physical body might be here, but his soul is long gone. His father and I have no life left in us. This whole thing has drained us, and now they've just confirmed no hope. He wouldn't want to live like this as a 28-year-old vegetable. Honey, I'm his mother, and I've changed his diapers again as a full grown man. He would not want this, and you know it's true. This is torture for all of us. We have to be ready to say goodbye."
                          
I can barely contain myself. "We wanted to see the world after college, we worked for the airlines to travel and save for a few years. I finally did it by myself, and now he's leaving me? I don't understand." 
                          
"You will, eventually. Honey, you just wiped the slobber off his face, do you really think it's what he would have wanted you to do? Take care of him as an infant?"  She asked.
                          
I shook my head no, and looked down at my hands.
                          
"You're working two jobs just to maintain your dreams with him that will never come true. Take on more vet business, live your life, and to do that, I have something for you." She lets go of my hand and stands before she reaches into a drawer and pulls out an envelope. 
                          
"Braden's trust fund has been transferred into your name. This is what he would want, Isabella. Go live, please." 
                          
She stands just after she patted my hand.