My husband passed away at 7:53 a.m. yesterday. I find myself still watching the clock and wondering where he is at and what time he will come home. I feel I have been broken in half.

Thankfully, he was not in any pain the last weeks of his life. His suffering was from not being able to even go outside on the porch. We put his bed by the window and kept the front door open so he could see out as much as possible.

He went gently and I praise God for allowing it. I was so afraid he would begin to feel smothered and panic. When he began to have trouble breathing he lost conciousness and died peacefully.