Joe took his last breathe about 7:15 tonight and the hospice nurse documented him as passing away at 8:07. 

He declined over the weekend and by Monday could barely verbalize words, but still motioned if he had a need and gave me a hug and kiss. Monday evening he fell into a deep sleep, no longer moving his limbs, and was peacefully snoring until tonight. The hospice staff has been caring and great with sharing info and reminders, so I knew it would be soon, but you are never really prepared. You always think there's more time. We had a few close visitors this week and declined a few. Joe was always so full of life and that's the way he should be remembered. Calling all the kids to drop that bomb on them was heartbreaking, even with a lot of communication as things have been happening, it doesn't seem real to any one 

As much as we didn't want to have the conversation, Joe let me know a lot of his wishes early on when he was diagnosed (was it really just 6 months ago?) so now it's just taking the steps to make things happen. It might take a little work in the Covid life we have right now. 

As much as I want to scream and yell and break things, I also know I've been blessed to have had the time I did with Joe. He touched so many lives and had so many experiences and stories. From CA, to IL, to playing baseball, to riding bulls, to working security, to his Japanese/Irish heritage to being an electrician, to coaching, to being a dad, to riding motorcycles, to driving a school bus, to cooking, to getting his black belt, to being a locksmith, to many things I can't remember to list when my brain is a jumble, there wasn't a lot he didn't do at some point or have fun trying. Must to me, he was my partner and adventure buddy, made me better, always made me laugh, and always made me feel loved.

He will be missed and will have my heart until I see him again. 

Hugs and thanks to you all