Stan passed away on October 10, 2024. Despite my optimism in my last entry, he slowly began to lose weight and with it strength and energy. He slept more and more each day and really shouldn't have been driving any more. He would still go sit in the front yard for a while, then later go sit in the back yard.
About a week before he fell in the back yard, he woke me up when he came to bed and told me he had been happy. He told me about the same thing pretty often, but thinking back, it's like he knew.
The next week, he fell in the back yard and broke his hip. He had a stroke while still in the emergency room. He could barely speak after the stroke and had to have a feeding tube through his nose. He was paralyzed on the left side and could only move his right arm. To get him ready for the hip surgery and for a rehab facility, the decision was made to move the feeding tube from his nose to his stomach. The surgery went well, but in recovery he stopped breathing then his heart stopped. They worked valiantly to save him but couldn't. The last thing I said to him before the surgery was, "I love you." He found the strength to tell me he loved me. Neither of us knew those were the last words we would ever say to each other.
I have struggled a lot to come to terms with what happened. Getting through Thanksgiving without him was hard as is Christmas. I am adjusting and know he is with God now, someone who will take even better care of him than I did.