The Night My Husband Died
I remember the night my husband died as if it was yesterday, but really it was 5 months ago that I would wake in the middle of the night to hear him mumble for the last time “I love you too”. Friday, November 4, 2016 Steve was transported to the Hospice home in Providence, RI. We (Mark and I) wanted him to go the day before, but he told us he didn’t think he was ready and wanted one more night. When he was placed on hospice less than two weeks earlier, we discussed that he would be transferred to the home before he died. We didn’t want him to die at home. Friday morning we got up and started getting him ready for the…