What Happens Next?

A man, a beautiful man is laying on my bed, somewhat next to me, not really. He just lost his mother to a horrible, and I am sorry ,cruel, joke of a disease. That would be Sweetie and the disease? See Lou Gherig's and I know I can' spell nor do I care.

We got the call about 4:00 am, our time, stating..........she stopped breathing. I never heard the phone ring. We had a great dinner last night and danced to one of our favorite bands. I never heard the call. I only heard....."she's not breathing? Angie....get up! My mom is dead. Get up."

Wow. And about 15 minutes later? He called me back to tell me.........she passed. Damn! Sad, but, I am sorry...........also? A blessing. The woman was sufferring and MY GOD doesn't allow families and loved ones to suffer. HE /SHE suffered and took that pain and misery away from the rest of folk. My God. The one I believe in. He/ She doesn't give us cruel, inhumane, sufferring diseases. It just isn't right.

I was there last night as he tried to put her to bed.........(between dinner and dancing). I was there as he tried to make her comfortable. I sat outside the room, talking with his sister. But? I was there and it was not pretty. And the look of exasperation on that man when it was all done............My heart goes out. Oh, if I could cry his tears? I would. I most definitely would. Mi bambino.

I was there when he told me........the end was very near. We talked. We talked about our future. Ok? What happens next? Where do we go? Are you moving in with me? What do we do? What happens next?

Now, I just made him get into his sweats.........it never rains in California.........yeah right. Not Northern Ca.......it is cold! Rainy and cold. I made him crawl into bed and sleep. The poor man has been awake since 4:oo am this morning. And? The ghoul(?)s are already out. Those that "want" her stuff and make no bones in expressing it when her body is not even cold.

What the hell is wrong with these people? They are at every families' death misery......just there.....waiting.

He won't go back to his mother's house tonight. He set the alarm and he left. He came over here just to get a good nights' sleep. I am sure, at about 2-4 this morning.........it's not going to be good.

And tomorrow? Who knows? I may stay there........but? I think he will be here, because? There? It's not comforting. The house he grew up in, then bought, raised HIS kids and gave it back (to mother) and the house his mother passed in............It's just not comforting now..........It is not a happy, warm place right now.

Wow! What a cycle.

What happens next?