I am watching my very frail husband get weaker and weaker. He told me this morning as he got out of bed that he would not be leaving the bed in a few days.
I am seeing changes to his skin, coloring and his heart seems to beat so rapidly as I hold my head to his chest in a hug. Today was the first day that he was unable to read. The magnifying glass he asked for the other day was of no help. Larry has the TV on for noise but I see that he is not paying much attention to it.
All the crisis situations, all the stress of the last few months, does not compare to what I am feeling now. I am losing him forever. There is nothing I can do to stop this from happening.
I can do as I promised him and make his last days or weeks as comfortable as possible. He is constantly staring off into a distance. He has a look of fear and disbelief.
Larry is talking even less now. I sit next to him holding his hand and hugging him. No more words are needed. It has all been said.
