Hospital

Pop fell yesterday.  He is back in hospital.  I am emotionally wrecked.  I can't physically take care of him anymore.  He is to tall and heavy for me to help him move around by myself.   Not sure what is gonna happen. He is medically really complicated.  He may be doing hospice comfort care at the hospital.  I know I have done everything in my power and capability to take care of him.  It is difficult for me to let him go.  I am not sure how much longer he has still in him.  If you ask him if he is ready to go, very clearly he said no, he wants to live.  He doesn't want to leave me cause he worries about me being able to take care of myself.  I don't know what I am going to do without him.  I have been so very lucky to have someone love me so unselfishly all my life.  I apologize if these kind of posts make it hard for my readers who have gone thru this themselves, but one of my mottos is out is better than in.  It works good for emotions as well as farts. Ha ha, gotta make jokes, I can't cry all the time.