Knowing,Yet Yearning

I know you are in there,Alpha.You're sick as you can be.Your wonderfully bright blue eyes are dull and your spirits are like a small breeze.I know you are in there,in the quarantine,just waiting to get out.They keep you in there,separate from the world,and they keep me out,separate from you.Alpha,my beloved grandmother-like figure,I miss you.I know that you are there,yet I yearn to reach out.I yearn to reach out and sit by you and tell you about all the wonderful visions and stories you told me.Everyday,in the olden days when you were well,you would pour a little of your soul in to me.And everyday,I would take it in.You gave me the gift to see the things that I see now.You gave me the gift of site.You gave me strength when I needed it most.You gave me my torch and led me out of the darkness.I never said thank you,did I?Thank you for the kind words and the days we shared together,Alpha.Thanks you for the meals cooked and the presents given.I never even asked for this and you still gave out of the warmness of your heart.
And now,I suffer most.I know you wouldn't want me to worry about you,but I can't help it.You're all I have left.I stand outside the quarantine,never leaving.I peer through your glass coffin and watch one of the people I love most die slowly everyday.The doctors,the give up.But,Alpha,I know you,you are a fighter,not a weak link.Silence hangs thickly in the air out here as I wait.I know you are in there,and I yearn.
It's like they have you trapped.Your soul is kept within this hideous room while your body suffers.I watch the monitors closely,not giving up.The aurora that surround you is fading and your body is weaking.Poison flows through your veins,thick as mud.
I place my hand upon the cool,thick glass,wishing I could feel the warmness of your hand instead of the coolness beneath my hand.And I pray you will survive another day,Alpha.Just watching you pass away kills me on the inside.Please,Alpha,don't give up.In my mind,I ask God for some cure,not knowing what to expect in return.Will God hear me out out,or will Andrew,the Death Angel,take you away?
Alpha,you are the flower the gives me my perk.Alpha,you are the bits of love that blossom in my eyes.Alpha,you are my rock,to which I firmly hold.You are the one keeping my head above the water.Alpha,you are my family....

Alpha,I love you.