Today (Thursday, February 10th) Paramedics come to do a PCR test and as long as it is negative, tomorrow (Friday, February 11th) at 2:00 pm an ambulance will transport me to Hospice. The time has come. I can no longer do anything for myself. My son Chris lifted me into the wheelchair this morning to move me from our bedroom to the living room chair I’m in right now.
I head to Hospice with mixed emotions, both grief, and relief. Janet will be at my side throughout my time at Hospice and others will be able to visit in small numbers (COVID restrictions) but as I approach death the rules on numbers become pretty flexible. I will be in the embrace of loved ones and the presence of God.
Peace, Love, and Laughter