Traumatic memory surfaced today.
I remembered I called hospice at 10 am. Said im out of my depth. I sat on our bed with him, holding his hand talking to him until they got there at 1 pm. He did his assessment and said hes actively dying. I sat there until his last breath at 9 pm. It was horrible. I could hear the death rattle. He had not spoken since 7 am that morning. I knew his brain was shutting down.
I never got to say I love you one last time.....
I feel like im drowning all over again