*update: he just passed a little bit ago- around 4:15pm.
I don't really have an update. We've been spending time at hospice. It's so nice and homey there. There's a play area for the kids, and the room Poppal's in is like a little living room. Ivy hopped down from my lap yesterday and asked if Poppal was done yet. I think she meant taking a nap... ?
Gray has been asking a lot of questions and it's starting to make sense to him. While we were on our way over there yesterday morning he asked what it meant to pass away. Tears rolled down his face and he said, "All of this just makes me so sad" [sniff sniff] "I just love Mommal and Poppal so much- (he looks out the window) Slugbug!- I don't want him to die."
The last time we went to Cracker Barrel, Ivy kept dropping her bear on the floor and Poppal leaned over to pick it up, he had his hat off, and she kissed the top of his head. It was so sweet.
I feel like all your comments and facebook messages and tweets have been you here visiting with me, coming to the room one by one. No one was a stranger to Poppal, so surely you were his friend. I really don't know how to say thank you enough, in my head I keep thinking up thank you cards, and so I will say it here and every time I get the chance. Thank you.
My Mommal, and my dear Mom and Aunt Diane, they are all really doing better about it all, this time has been so peaceful, it's hard to explain. The comfort is really upon us. I didn't want to leave him last night. It was just me and him, and I really wanted to stay with him all night. Selfishly I hoped he was still here when I go see him this morning, but I don't want him to suffer any longer. I'm not good at this letting go.