Visited my ex in the hospice tonight. He's not doing well. He's not drinking or eating. He's not very coherent either. He mumbles a lot, calls out to his mom (she's already passed), but he is adamant about not wanting to be where he is. At least when he asked me where he was and I told him Hospice, he was completely animated when he said "I want OUT of here!".

Even though we couldn't hold a conversation, he did recognize me and I did see a tiny little spark of his old self when I said, "Hey, Bob, it's me, your BEST ex-wife!" I did get a little half grin and some eye contact from him, but that was about it.

I'm still praying for my daughters constantly to get them to tell their father what's on their minds. I feel this way, even if he doesn't seem all that coherent, I believe he can hear us and somewhere, somehow he will understand and he may just be able to say that he's sorry for hurting them. All I can do is hope and pray.