I woke this morning around 5 hearing Larry call me in my dream. I got a call from hospice half an hour later that he died around that time. I went over with his cousin Diane and her husband Michael. I held him, caressed him and kissed him for 2.5 hours as we talked about him. He was still warm when we first got there. It's so hard to lose him but he is free of this ordeal. He never wanted this. Now I get to grieve.
I want to thank everyone on this site for all the support and information about PSP. He actually got off lucky. He never had pneumonia, a UTI or a bowel blockage. Or any of the many other possible things that could happen.
The photo is of us about 14 years ago. I like this photo. Shows him as he was. I am in front Larry is in back.