And then there was dinner. The usual al pastor and barbacoa. What can I say - I know what I like.

I went and visited my friend in hospice today. It’s a very nice facility, but I wish I didn’t have to go there. She’s being well cared for, and I hope that when I pass on it will be somewhere that pleasant.

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She was heavily sedated and unconscious, and apparently has been like this for the last few days. She seemed to be having some trouble breathing, but I guess that shouldn’t come as any surprise. It looked like she’s lost a bit of weight as well, but once again, no surprise. That staff said that she was quite a spitfire when she first got there but has faded in the last few days.

I held her hand and said my thanks, not knowing if she could hear me or sense that I was there, but I’d like to think so. She’s had a rough life, some of it self-inflicted, but I just want her to be happy at the end, knowing she was a positive influence on a number of people. There’s not much left to do at this point except to wait for word of the inevitable. I am just grateful that her ordeal is almost over and that she didn’t have an extended period of pain and suffering. A similar thing happened with my favorite grandmother, although in her case it was about two weeks from diagnosis to her passing. Best just to get it over with...