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This post has no title because I don't know what to call it. It's a difficult one to write but I'll do it because I need to. I'm sitting here wrapped in a blanket, in hospice, at my husband's bedside. He is dying slowly but faster than most of us. And I'm watching him because I love him and if possible, I want to be here with him when he takes his last breath. Our children and my sister are here in this room with us. I am definitely awake. I don't know that the others are really sleeping. Probably the children because they are tired. It's been a long ordeal for them, though the calendar would say otherwise. My husband has been here for less than a week. Before this, he spent 10 days in hospital. He was in the poorest health when he arrived here and his condition continues to decline. It's all surreal right now. I know I'm here with my husband, my children, my sister. But I can also step outside of my mind somehow and think abou...