Today Steve is breathing rapidly and his chest is rattling loudly. The hospice nurse thinks he most likely will die this weekend. I told him to go Home for Christmas. It would be OK with me if he passed on Christmas Day. We’ll see. We’ve reduced his meds down to two. One liquid for anxiety and one patch for pain. He seems comfortable but is generally unresponsive, with his eyes open. Our sons and daughter are spending time with him, saying I Love You and playing some music. I told him I would miss dancing with him. I will.