Today was a different story. I got to the hospice after work and it seems as though things really turned. Her breathing is very labored, she's almost completely unresponsive, and she feel almost "gone." So, needless to say, it was much harder than being there yesterday. Seeing the priest come in confirmed my every last fear..... it really is the beginning of the end.
All I can do is hope and pray that she's not suffering and that her family will someday will be able to cope with the pain of losing someone so wonderful, so soon. It truly doesn't seem fair. It makes you question life, God and your morals. Why do good people have to deal with so much? Hasn't she had enough? Hasn't her family been through enough? Seriously, I don't know how they can do it.
So Jen, if you're listening someday to me, you're the best, I love you.
"Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die." ~Amelia Burr