Brother, I’m your imaginary friend.

My brother wheeled up to where I sat at the table. He looked at me with a seriousness in his eyes. He still seemed confused about so much as we talked about the accident he had that previous summer. "One thing I remember...." He Said. "Was in all those moments I felt like I was dreaming, there was a voice, a friend that I couldn't see and it's the reason I'm alive. My imaginary friend helped me push through the fog, encouraged and reminded me that I wasn't done with my life yet. This friend reminded me I had a reason to live." He paused. Sister my imaginary friend was you.