Saying Goodbye

Willy passed around 3pm today.  He was surrounded by people that love him and he fought until the end.  It tore my heart out when he grabbed my hands and begged me not to let him die.  He begged me to help him breathe as his lungs were filling up with fluid.  It was so hard to be there and feel completely helpless.  I hated it and I am trying so hard not to be angry right now.  I hate how unfair life is, he was 41 years old and called me his twin sister.  I go from being completely numb to angry to just heart broken.  I need my happy place right now, but can't go until tomorrow.