Hospice

The time has come.

Momma has progressed in the stage of Alzheimer's my parents family doctor warned Pop about, she's not swallowing.

Right now she's receiving comfort care at an area hospital, admitted last night as Pop took her the ER for some answers to questions.

Decision was made last night to call Hospice. She will be transported home on Monday and made comfortable.

It's not Momma I'm worried about. Her ease of passing is the only thing we can do. It's Pop. In just a week they will have their 59th wedding anniversary. Pop is 77, Momma 74. Fifty nine years is a long time to be together no matter how you cut it and at this point, a lot of with each other, as opposed to life without.

I always sought God's plan in my life. I recently had an emergency move in with my parents, and see why I'm here. Losing my wife, Sarah, was preparation for this moment.

Sorry, guess, I'm rambling. We, as a family are, gonna need a lot of strength to get through this and pull Pop out the other side, and Pop is gonna need it, too, to walk further.

Prayers are always cherished and helpful.