I just received a call from Bob's nurse practitioner at the VA Hospital Hospice. Bob was found not breathing at 4:20 pm on Saturday.
Kiki and I left his room at 3:10, so the actual time of death must have been shortly after we left. I'm so grateful that we got to lavish two hours of love, affection and thank yous on him. (And, of course, just so he knew us, we had to throw in a few barbs and teases as well.) He could no longer speak, but we know he heard every word and would occasionally squeeze one of our hands.
I think I mentioned in an earlier blog that I wouldn't have gone to SF had I known how sick I was. I'm glad I didn't know.