Difficult conversations.

Man, I love my husband. I can't imagine my life without him. Last night we watched the Giants beat the Dodgers and sat on the sofa together and talked. Such a difficult conversation. He does not want to live on a ventilator. I told him he needs to tell me now what he wants, because I am starting to think I would put him on every machine possible. Just to keep him with us longer. And then I will freeze him until they find a cure for this awful disease. (tongue in cheek - I won't really freeze him.) I don't want him to be in pain. I don't want him to suffer. I don't want him to die. He was very clear last night, and I know I will remember his wishes when the time comes. It just sucks. I was happy (if that is the right word) to find an urn that I could live with. It is a Giants urn and mounted on a home plate. :lol: That might be a little much for some, but for us, pretty dang fitting. Then I told my husband about the diamonds that can be made from cremains and hair. Add to that getting a tattoo with his ashes and he will literally be with me forever. Today the sun is shining. Today I am grateful for the time we have and the abilities that he has. This weekend, we will make more memories. And do chores, of course!:roll: