This is from mom:

It has been such a hard journey these last two months. We wanted to bring him home because we thought it would make such a difference in his recovery. He was booking it around on his fancy walker, refusing bed baths to take a shower,       bossing us around, pushing to get up. He fought so hard until the end, but his body finally let him down. I know that he is in a better place, but right now it doesn’t give as much comfort as it probably should. Selfishly I’d rather have him here giving me orders, or asking me to find his phone because he is sure I misplaced it. He’s not going to be fussing at me to go help pick the okra. I’m probably even going to miss watching those stupid “Cowboy” movies. Fifty-six years is a long time to love and be loved. No one else will ever love me as faithfully as he did, even though I never learned to really cook.

       I want to thank each one of you for everything you have done for us. All the comments are precious to us. It is such a comfort to know how much he was loved and admired by so many. All the support; the love, the cards, the food, the flowers, the thoughts, and especially  the prayers mean everything. We feel so loved