Vaya con Dios

She looks so pale and fragile, lying there on hospital bed. On a rainy afternoon, just a shadow of her former self.

I have so much to tell her, how she hurt me so bad. That i was so lost and hopeless, and finally  committed suicide but i survived somehow.

She is trying to say something but she is to weak to speak.

I lean over and whisper in her ear "Vaya con Dios".