The End Is Coming
I now expect Grace to pass soon. That’s the honest truth regarding her health. Of course, I want to be with her and make her happy. I don’t want her to go, but I know the end is near.
She makes grunting sounds now as she struggles to say words. When she’s relaxed, she can repeat her words. Today, I gave her dinner; her meals consist of porridge for breakfast, soup for lunch, and blended food for dinner.
Grace is smiling, though, and seems comfortable resting her shoulder on me. The time doesn’t feel right for her to go now, although I want her to go in peace. Her new bed is comfortable.
I seem to have very little energy and am sleeping a lot. Grace sleeps a lot as well; in fact, she sleeps for longer periods.
I spoke with Marypat over the weekend, and was really helpful.
Needs the Courage to Transition to Becoming an Author
I need the courage to move on and become an author. With Grace, it’s a waiting game, and I don’t want to let Ian down. I think I’ve made my decision: when Ian retires from the DWP, I’m likely to leave as well. Perhaps then I’ll set up the apartment for renting and go to Colombia.
