Well it happened. After 6 mos of chemo for colon cancer, that was metastisizing to his liver all along, my dear Brent slipped into a coma Nov2, and died, Nov 8th, at the age of 47.. We met when we were teenagers. As we got older we went our separate ways, then we became re-united 25 years later, all because I had a dream about him, and acted upon it by phoning him up. It was love at first sight, again. We had five great years together. When we found out the cancer had spread to his liver, in that week we did the wills, arranged the memorial service, andgot married in our living room.We were going to get married after he recovered from his chemo, but of course had to speed things up a bit. But, the good news is I nursed him 24/7, and when he died it was in our bed, in my arms. I had just turned him, there was no mottling, his resps were easy, his extremities warm to touch, I snuggled up to him, kissed him, told him I loved him. I put my hand over his chest, feeling how strong and regular his heart rate was, then, his heart just stopped. There was no cheyne -stokes, nothing. Talk about a gentle peaceful passing. As he went, I felt a tingling sensation in my hand, which was laying on his chest. I get that sensation every now and then. It hits me head to toe, and then I get goosebumps. Maybe Brent is visiting me.I am trying to get through Christmas unscathed. It is a moment by moment process. Just wanted to let those of you who knew of my situation, know what has happened. Linda:o
