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As advertised, I spent a large portion of yesterday at our HP-couple's place. The mood there was seriously strange.
To begin with, Johanna coming up to care for HPS at home until she finally passes away has made a lot of difference. The sense of urgency has gone, and it's just... waiting. HPS is getting as good care as is possible, with the added bonus of being close to family, coven and friends. None of us liked the thought of having to move her to a hospital for her last days.
And speaking of friends... There's been a lot of those coming around to see her. Definitely over a hundred, possibly twice that. It's people who fell out with her years ago who are suddenly forgetting all the harsh words and coming back to say farewell. It's people from so long ago that our HP, who has been married to her for more than a decade, have no idea who they are. HPS knows them, though, so they're not faking or anything. All these people show up, and they hang around patiently waiting for HPS to wake up and have enough energy to talk to someone. Some of them wait for ten or twelve hours before seeing her or giving up and returning another day. The waiting time is spent talking, cooking, eating and watching movies and/or Buffy episodes. The overall feeling is like something from ancient history or a fairy tale, with lots of people coming to see the dying queen.
To begin with, Johanna coming up to care for HPS at home until she finally passes away has made a lot of difference. The sense of urgency has gone, and it's just... waiting. HPS is getting as good care as is possible, with the added bonus of being close to family, coven and friends. None of us liked the thought of having to move her to a hospital for her last days.
And speaking of friends... There's been a lot of those coming around to see her. Definitely over a hundred, possibly twice that. It's people who fell out with her years ago who are suddenly forgetting all the harsh words and coming back to say farewell. It's people from so long ago that our HP, who has been married to her for more than a decade, have no idea who they are. HPS knows them, though, so they're not faking or anything. All these people show up, and they hang around patiently waiting for HPS to wake up and have enough energy to talk to someone. Some of them wait for ten or twelve hours before seeing her or giving up and returning another day. The waiting time is spent talking, cooking, eating and watching movies and/or Buffy episodes. The overall feeling is like something from ancient history or a fairy tale, with lots of people coming to see the dying queen.
