From the time I saw my uncle Saturday evening to Monday afternoon his condition changed for the worse.  He was moved Saturday night to a unit with more capabilities, which was actually closer to my unit.  While I had anticipated visiting anyway, I hurried to get to work earlier on Monday when my aunt texted how much worse he was doing.  I visited until my shift started; we heard he would be moving to a private.

At my dinner break I was able to visit in his newer room, and was able to scoot back over again around 9:50 P.M.  At that later visit he was actually the closest I’d seen him to sleeping in over a week so I didn’t startle him.  I just held his hand and prayer over him. 

I wrapped up my shift a little early and headed back to his room to find it starkly empty.  “They just took him to ICU,” a nurse explained.

My cousins and aunt were already in the waiting area.  The resident was updating them.  I used my badge to head in before the family and get a heads-up on what the delay was.  They were starting a new IV.  Shortly after we saw him.

He stayed there from Monday late until Thursday, when treatment was withdrawn and he passed into the arms of Jesus.  November 2nd. 

Interestingly, November 2nd was my mom and dad’s wedding anniversary.  Here is my dad farthest on the right.  On the left of him is my Uncle Mickey.  The man looking down is my Uncle Ray, and the man furthest to the left is my Uncle Dinny (Charles).

All of the men in tuxes have passed away now.

I’m so sad.
Just so ridiculously sad. 

God is good, all the time. 

2 Cor 5:1 – For we know that if the tent that is our earthly home is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.