It’s dinnertime now and my husband Steve has been asleep all day. I miss him terribly. But at least while he is a sleeping the pain is not evident. When he wakes up occasionally he is in good spirits, although what he says does not always make sense.
I went to see the movie Creed with my son Brad, daughter Pepper and grandson Marlo. It was a typical Rocky movie which Steve and I have always loved. The first Rocky movie came out in 1976 the year we were married. And now the last one has come out the last year we are married. I was sad that Steve couldn’t see it with me. I cried a lot because it brought back wonderful memories of going to movies and eating popcorn and discussing the movie on the ride home. Rocky represents the fighting spirit, a positive attitude and accessing deep hidden strengths. It was a bittersweet day for me. I’ve been sitting by Steve’s bed listening to his very slow breathing, praying that Heavenly Father will send some angels to take him home so his suffering can end. Yesterday he said he is ready to go. As Spencer W. Kimball said, “Our bags are packed and we are just waiting for the train.”