Five years to the day after moving here to be with me, on my son's 30th birthday my wonderful DH died.
He had had cancer, a stroke then the daft bugger broke his leg, he was so determined the cancer wouldn't get him despite it having a 3% survival rate and he was doing well until a massive stroke hit and all treatment was off. He died early this morning and spent most of the day here, in our home, surrounded by family doing family things. It was just me and him when he died, he looked for me one last time and I held him as he took his last breath, I told him he was loved and that his daughter was coming to see him today. For the first time in weeks he looked free, no pain, no disability from the stroke just calmness.