What we understand here in room 435 is love. This image of our boys' hands intertwined is proof that we walk the walk.
Hospice care has been arranged. Our nurse will meet us around 6:30. She will hook up Pablo to the morphine drip and oxygen set up that will come home with us.
And then, for the last time, we will carry our most precious little boy out of this place. For the last time, we will drive him down Sunset Boulevard, and up into the Silverlake hills. For the last time, we will pull up in front of our home. And we will carry him to our bed, which is awaiting his arrival, having been arranged lovingly by Jo Ann's mom Patricia, and Polly.