Processing A Death That Has Yet to Happen

 It's official.  MRH is in hospice care.  She could go tomorrow or in a few weeks.  I am processing a death that has not yet happened.  The texts the coven are receiving from MRH's sister are heart breaking.  MRH can't feed herself, walk more than a few steps, and sleeps most of the time.  MRH did ask if she was going to be ok.  The answer the medical staff gave her was no.  She then nodded and went back to sleep.  

MRH and her then husband were the first couple we entertained and cooked dinner for at our apartment in Novato back in 1988.  JH (her husband at the time) was in the Navy and he was at Moffett Field near Mountain View.  

When MRH got her breast cancer diagnosis some years back I used to send her marijuana from CA.  I knew I was taking a risk, but I would gladly serve as the poster child from my jail cell for sending somebody suffering from the effects of radiation and chemo something to comfort them.   

MRH and JH opened their house to me when I was going through some serious marital issues.  They made room for me despite having a houseful of kids.  When their son got older he was on a semi-pro hockey team in Fresno.  We drove down to Fresno to meet up with MRH and JH to watch their son play.  They also came up to Sonoma County to visit a couple of times when they were out in CA watching their son play.   It was not too long after that MRH and JH split up.  

It's so hard to watch somebody self-destruct despite having all the resources, love, and support around them.