Rick is slowly exiting this world. It is a strange Christmas season.
At about 10:00 p.m., December 23, he fell at home and broke a hip, a wrist, and cut his head. John picked him up. The paramedics came and then the ambulance came. We went to the hospital emergency center. Libby accompanied me. At about 2:00 a.m. Christmas Eve he was admitted to the hospital. December 26, after considering facing several weeks of rehabilitation in a nursing home, he told the doctor that he would have no more dialysis.
Friday, December 26, he went to Hospice Care, a beautiful facility. Today he is very tired. We are wondering how long he will last. His kidney doctor had estimated that he would survive up to two weeks.
Many people have given love and sympathy to him and me. He has had visits from area clergy. I received many hugs and much sympathy from friends, mostly members of the church. People are saying very complimentary things to and about him. It is a positive sendoff. Four of our five children have been able to spend some time with him. The fifth will be with us soon.
He is ready to leave us but we will see him tomorrow. He says he is expecting to see a lot of people on the other side.