GH died last night at 8:00.
I went to an appointment at 1:30. Before I left, I kissed GH goodbye and told him I loved him. He kissed me back, and although he could not speak by then, I'm sure he knew who I was. By the time I returned from my appointment, he no longer recognized me, or anyone. He couldn't even open his eyes.
I picked the twins up from daycare at 4:30, and my mom and I fed them their dinner and played with them in the living room with the door to the bedroom open so that GH could hear them laughing and full of joy. The twins were in bed by 7:15. Once they went to bed, I curled up with GH and stayed with him until he died.
I'm so sad on so many levels. I'm sad for GH, myself, and the twins for all the things we won't get to do as a foursome. I'm sad for the world at large for the loss of an incredible man. But he doesn't have cancer anymore. He's not sick anymore. And while the end came so incredibly quickly, we had said what needed to be said and he knew how intensely I loved him, which is the most important thing.
I miss you, Love. I always will.