We think Andy is heading to his heavenly home quite soon.
Last night he told us that he didn’t want to fight any more. And we said that’s ok.
So we’ve had a day of seeing friends and saying goodbyes. Still waiting on my sisters and Dad to arrive from various places, but Andy is comfortable, relaxed and breathing easily.
He’s not really talking very much, but last night I asked him if he was scared. He said no.
I asked him if he was sad. He said no. He is just so tired.
My selfish desire to keep him with me has been eclipsed by the fact that I just love him too much to see him suffer any further. I’m sure my rage and longing and denial will come, but for now I’m just so sad that I’m losing my husband, my lover, my best friend.
And so relieved that he’s finally going to a place of no more tears, no more pain. To a new body that works, to be together with the God whom he loves and who loves him.
Please keep praying for us – that Andy will have peace. And that I can somehow make it through this without losing all the pieces of my broken heart.



