On my way to bed...

Steve is still at Carle...his brother and wife got in this morning and went up to see him...they were there about half an hour...Steve is staying the night...there's a recliner in the room he tries to sleep in...its just the waiting...Harold pre planned his funeral...so all the big decisions he made himself...just have to wait...the goodbyes have been said...he's been told its ok to go...where he is going...there is no time...but we feel it here...trust...there is a reason...

TRUST:

1. Firm reliance on the integrity, ability, or character of a person or thing.
2. Custody; care.
3. Something committed into the care of another; charge.
4.
a. The condition and resulting obligation of having confidence placed in one: violated a public trust.
b. One in which confidence is placed.
5. Reliance on something in the future; hope.

Raymond made it in and is on his way to Carle now...he should be able to see his dad before he crosses...Harold's pastor called this morning...there have been so many that God has sent to Steve to make this easier on him...and they keep coming...the chaplain at Carle comes in 3 times a day to pray and talk...hospice comes in...the nurses and doctors...family...friends...too many to ever mention...and the ones who sit quietly in the background with prayers...have all made a difference...every hand seen and unseen...we have felt...thank you...

The hospice nurse came in this morning and said that he is getting ready to make his journey. He has had a surge of energy and they do that in the final push to go. Steve's cousin stayed with him last night and let Steve come home and get some sleep. He left a little before 7am to go back and let her go home. Steve had been there 48 hours without relief. He got a good night's rest and is ready to go again.