Gabriele is slowly slipping away. She is fairly lucid in the mornings, pretty confused and often unable to finish a sentence in the afternoons. She doesn't leave our bedroom and has someone by her side at all times. No one knows how long she will continue to fight...days? Weeks? We take one day at a time, treasuring the moments.
Love, Richard
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| Our bedroom in upper right; Gabriele has a view of the valley |
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