Dwight's gone
We spent the evening at the hospital after we left the attorney's office. Dwight was still breathing on his own, but his pulseox was down to 40, not a good sign. We left about 12:30 and got home around 1. We got a call at 5 AM saying that he had passed away. We knew it was coming, but it was still a jolt. The worse thing was when we found out what had happened. It wasn't his COPD or a concussion that killed him, but a freak accident. It appears that, according to the doctor, that he had gotten ill and vomited at some point around midnight Friday, but instead of expelling the vomit, he aspirated it. Because it was so corrosive, the vomit apparently destroyed one lung outright and damaged the other beyond recovery. The really sad part is that he was finally starting to come out of the slump he wnet into after Teri died. We were getting him into an assisted living facility, and had got him some new clothes. He was pretty excited about the coming changes, and then this freak accident took him. It's so sad. The last year or so was really rough for him, and he was looking forward to better times. :>(