I slept well last night. LONG and well. whew. It felt so good. My grandfather is still holding on; he's comfortable, and situated at the hospice now. A beautiful place from what my mom says. She's so tired, I hope she gets some sleep like I did last night. It makes a world of difference. Everyone is so peaceful right now, just sitting and watching and wondering. My grandfather was always strong, and a wee bit stubborn. My mom's convinced he's going when he's good and ready...and for now, though he doesn't speak...he's still in there. I imagine he converses with us in his head. Hearing what we say, and responding...and probably quite enjoys it. He'll let go when he's ready.
So here I am on a Tuesday morning with my travel mug almost dry (I brewed costa rican this morning). Not sure what the rest of the week will bring, but i'll make a chicken dinner tonight, and bake some cookies, and maybe ride my bike. That's all I know for now.
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