Random thought today: What happens after your heart breaks? When I met Brian, my agnostic husband and we first started out I had the feeling that love like ours was in the service of God.
I know I have never lost anyone or anything this important to me. My uncle, who was more like a Dad suicided (health issues) back when I was 29 and it was devastating. My father (not his brother) suicided when I was 4, but I barely recall that (I grew up in it, another whole story).
I know I will go on because it’s just what you do, you have to move forward. I feel all this pre- grief now and grief for the various things we seem to lose weekly or even daily. I want it to end and I dread the end.
I am not sure if Hospice and Morphine helped make it closer or if it’s actually closer. It sure made it feel
Closer. Brian said he is breathing easier on his tiny dose of morphine. That makes it official- his breathing has gone downhill from two months ago and the normal readings.
I hope the first survivor of ALS has been born.