The end appears to be imminent. Kathy is in the ICU with pneumonia on a ventilator. Her one kidney is failing and she has a clot in her leg. They say the next 48 hours are critical.

The family is gathering by her bedside in Houston. I've decided to wait here until the end. I can't stop crying.

Just last week she had fallen at the hospital and her head landed between a concrete pillar and a concrete trashcan. The facial trauma was extensive. She is completely black and blue, eyes swollen shut, stitches. She had lightheartedly sent a picture of herself to me so I could see what she looked like. (Her husband wouldn't let her post the picture on her CaringBridge website). It is awful. I guess I started the crying that day.

I can't see her that way. That's probably selfish, but I need to remember her the way she was, not beaten to a pulp and on a ventilator.

I see my t tomorrow morning. It's going to be a cry-fest. That's all I seem to do.