A short post because I'm just too tired and emotionally drained for much. When we got to the hospice house this morning, the nurse met us with the news it wouldn't be much longer now. She said he was close, but could linger on for a day or so, but probably no more than that. Mama and I and my aunt sat with him and said our goodbyes, not for him, but for us. I don't believe he is there any longer. The vessel is there, but the spirit is gone - at least that is my belief.
I held his hand and rubbed his arm and talked to him and told him it was okay to let go and go home where he can rest, that he has earned his rest. I told him Mama and I would miss him like crazy, but we would be okay. We would never forget him, and we will see him some day in heaven. We will be fine, and it is okay to rest now.
His condition did not change for the whole day.
We came home about 7:30 - Mama wanted to come and try to rest. If things change, or if he goes home, they will call me and we'll go back to the hospice house to meet the funeral home people. I called them this afternoon, so they know they may get a call soon.
My mother and I have all the plans in our heads. We've talked to ministers for the service, to friends to be pall bearers, and know what clothes he will be buried in. All that is left is picking out the casket and communicating our plans to the funeral directors. It's just a matter of time now.
Each and every one of you are precious to me, as are your prayers and sweet words of encouragement. Thank you! Becky