Peace

(Geoff writes) By Sunday morning Susan was lying comfortably in bed with a view out on the water, though most of the time her eyes were closed. Her breathing was labored but when I asked her she said she could feel nothing. Her brother and family and my daughter and husband arrived. Susan's long time friend was there also. We knew she was slipping away to some other place where there would be no pain.

Eventually many close friends came to the door until our little home was full of warmth and love. One of our neighbors played his guitar and tears were shed. I'm convinced Susan heard and felt everything. She waited until the last guests began to leave and finally let go.

But she is still here and likely will be for a long time. Her toothbrush is still in the bathroom. Her pillow is still on the bed. Her presence is all over this place and it's comforting that I'm not alone. I'm certain this is nothing new to others who have gone through this same experience.

Monday I was gently kicked out of the house by her friend Mary who wanted to wait for the people to come for the hospital bed and unused medical supplies. I went to the funeral home to arrange for the cremation and then went on a 70 mile bike ride to think and not think at the same time. You know, I still had that feeling that she would be wondering why I was out so long and did something happen to me.

Later there will be an announcement about a Celebration of Life for Susan.

Love you all. Take care of each other.