His heart stopped beating at approximately 7:15pm on February 11, 2016.
I held my heart in my arms as he took his last breath, reminded him of how much I love him and kissed his forehead.
He is now gone. I miss him.
The pain is unbearable, but somehow I get through the day. Each almost a robotic act.
Despite the awful circumstances, I realize how blessed I am. So many people loved him. There were over 20 people at his bedside as he passed. Everyone was telling stories of how special he is and praying for a final miracle.
In the days since his passing, the expressions of sympathy and support have been overwhelming. I have to pay these gifts forward when I am able.
I would give away every possession I have to hear his voice one more time. One more bear hug would make all the emptiness fade away.
His visitation is Tuesday, burial on Wednesday.
I am not ready to say goodbye.