My husband died early yesterday morning. He had been terminal since March 21st but the last two weeks showed a rapid decline. Yesterday morning I went to the loo at 5.40 and he was breathing. When I looked in at 5.45 there was only silence. He was 87. We had a wonderfully happy marriage for 35 years. His sons and my daughter were with him and he died at home as he wished. So relieved, so desperately sad and so very lonely.