They sat with me and listened to our story and my concerns. One evening I realized I could no longer leave him alone while I went home to sleep at night. Hospice helped resolve this dilemma with ideas and volunteers. Along with Howard's son and daughter and our friends, Hospice made sure I was never alone for long. When Howard died we were at his side telling him it was OK to let go, reminding him of his loved ones waiting, how they would dance for joy when they saw he had arrived.
Death is a holy passage.
It was an honor to be by Howard's side along with others who also understood how to honor him. The way it happened made death seem like something we could look at and partly understand.