It was a rough night. GH was restless and confused. He was having some pain, but couldn't describe it. He kept wanting to take a shower.
I called hospice at 5:00 a.m. They were helpful on the phone and GH's nurse was here first thing this morning.
With the caveat that no one knows when death will come, the nurse said that she would not be surprised if GH dies in the next day or two.
He sleeps all the time. He's confused. But I could not love him more. Right now, life feels so cruel and so unfair.