For now I just want everyone who loves Peter to know that he is comfortable. He is pain-free. He has been surrounded by more love than I would have thought possible. At times he has seemed ready to go. We have given him permission to go. But then last night he had a little bit of bourbon (we put some on a sponge near his lips and he sucked on it) and some pistachio ice cream. Although his eyes are closed, he is listening and enjoying stories. He knows that we are all here. And Shaggy rarely leaves his side.
Yesterday was Miles Davis. Lots of meatloaf. Morphine for Peter. A massage therapist for the rest of us. There are a lot of tears. But honestly, that’s only about 15% of the time. The other 85% is laughter and love. I hope it’s the same way at your house.
It is pretty cozy here. Peter’s window is open a bit so he can listen to the rain and thunder. Our English nurse is making sure everyone has a cup of tea. Or a gin and tonic.
I just realized that it is five o’clock. I think someone needs to make a grocery run. We’ve almost run out tonic and limes. I will be back.
