Didn't Quite Make It

On Saturday Laura and Kyle watched Bill for five hours while he slept. He was no more than a skeleton and was being kept pain-free. Laura said she didn't know if they were going to be able to rewrite his will. As it turns out, he didn't leave everything to me, only the retirement account I had turned over to him in June. When he wrote the will he was probably thinking there would be very little money left in the account. He had planned on using the money to buy himself a house and that there would have been very little left in it upon his demise. As it stands, he only spent $2000 of it and there is quite a bit left. I don't know what else is in the will. On Sunday Laura called and said the air conditioner had gone out in Bill's apartment and could they use some of his money to stay in a motel. I said yes, because they were out there on his business and cleaning up his stuff. That afternoon I got a text, "He just passed....." I was sitting with my sister and her husband. I cried. They comforted me. Laura called. She had been on the way out to see him when it happened. It was sad, weird, relieving, freeing, surreal. Bill died. I just hadn't thought it was going to happen for a few years. That was five days ago, and my world is still spinning.