Cathy called at 3:00 a.m. to say Poppo’s heart rate was dropping. Tom was there in twenty minutes, but he was too late. Tom thinks he was already in the hospital when Poppo took his last breath, but he didn’t make it to his side in time. It saddens me that Tom didn’t make it in time, but I am so thankful that Cathy was with Nana.
I drifted off to sleep around dawn and Poppo came to me in a dream. He was standing in a white doorway smiling at me. He had the most peaceful and beautiful look on his face. My heart breaks, but at the same time my dream gives me comfort knowing that Poppo is with his Father.