Yeah, sorry for the cheap emotion..
I even looked back at the pictures of him while he was in treatment, you know. Looking back, it's kinda harsh, I mean there was not a chance in a million Chi would ever get back on feet. Looking at these pictures again, it's just so obvious. But thinking back, I swear, I was not feeling like this at all. I was blindly lifted by some desperate hope, like the ripped wires inside his skull could actually get glued together sometime again. I kept checking on all updates, read all the statuses his mother would post about it, would ask for news from some relatives, etc. Something to do with faith, maybe? And it really blows my mind, I'm no believer at all usually..