Thin Line Between Life and Death

My dear friend Digo has been on life support due to a ruptured brain aneurysm.  I saw him just recently.  We went to Vegas, we went out to eat, we said we'd see each other again soon.  A week later I did see him, but it was when he was unresponsive in a hospital bed in the ICU.  It's been six difficult days.  I have been wanting to have a one-on-one conversation with him about his upcoming wedding and just trips we may want to take together to show his wife Jam around.  He was so happy.  I think it was the happiest I have ever seen him.  Just like that, it was taken from him.  Tomorrow is the day I presume that his family will take him off life support.  They signed the DNR papers today, so it's only a matter of time.  Here today.  Gone tomorrow.  There's such a thin line between life and death.  I've missed him over these days spent visiting him and waiting in the lobby.  I kept thinking we weren't there for him and he was gonna sit down and join us soon.  That he'd joke and laugh with us.  Then, reality would snap me out of it.  I knew he was in that room, Room 44, in that bed, hooked up to machines.  I wish I could tell him what a great friend he was to me.  He was one of my closest friends.  I wish he knew how much I cared for and loved him as my friend, as my own brother.    I can only hope now that he knew I did when his mind was still here with us.