visiting......Heather is great, Uncle Quill is failing...

This morning I decided to go to Wadsworth to see Heather since she does not have her baby with her. Andrea was kind enough to take Callie and my mom picked up Maddie, Eli & Cooper on her way to Orrville to run some errands. On my way up I talked to Grandma Hartzler who just got a call from the Nursing Home that Uncle Quill only has a short time to live. So I called my mom to take my kids to Joanna's so she could take Grandma to the Nursing Home. I had a nice morning with Heather. We chatted, trying to figure out how to spell Trace's middle name. She got up and moved to her chair and is feeling really good. I was so bummed that I didn't get to see Trace but we'll see him when he is good and ready!!



I came home at noon to take Maddie to school and Elaine stopped here on her way home for Abby's 4 month appointment (14 # already). So I asked her to stay here with the other kids while I run to the Nursing Home to see what the situtation was. I thought Uncle Quill seemed a little worse from just last night when we visited. His arms are not calm, he is running a fever and blood pressure is dropping. Mom & Gma met with Hospice again and they gave us some books and showed us signs of his failing. I stayed till the afternoon bus and Elaine had to get home to get Brianna at school. Milan is gone all week out west. I made pizza rolls and the kids love them! Stephanie offered to keep the kids so I decided to spend the evening at the Nursing Home after homework and baths. I got there around 7pm and stayed till about 9pm. He still seemed pretty restless but assured me he was NOT in pain. He talked only a few words (hard to understand) and slept most of the time. Of course I kept asking him if he was ok or if he needed anything. Grandpa Hartzler came around 8pm and we sat there with him. I gave him some water on a spoon because he could not suck from the straw. 4 men from our church came in his room and sang Jesus Loves Me. He seem to get this sudden peace and then layed so comfortably. He told us the room #, the month, my name, etc. He seemed to still have a sense of what was going on. I left in tears that night wondering if I would ever get to have another conversation with him or if he was going to fight it like all the other times he wasn't well and come home like he wants to so bad.