I'm so very glad I took the time to record those conversations before I forgot them, especially since it seems like they were the last ones to be had. Starting yesterday, Mimi became far less responsive and unable to speak. She is now not really taking any fluids, and not really reacting much anymore (she was smiling and responding a bit via facial expressions for part of the day today). We're really looking death in the eye here, tomorrow or the next day probably. Her brother and sister are here from France, and they're actually being so wonderful, I'm so thankful they're here. And of course WB.....he is nothing less than a saint. He just held me and rocked me for an hour while I completely lost my shit in the hugest, scariest, hyperventilating sort of way. He also held my Dad while he lost his shit earlier tonight. He's the official family rock, it seems, and my god do I love that man. My Mimi candle is burning (thank you Sarachkah) and I am going to try and sleep a bit...I have a feeling tomorrow will be an even harder day.
This feels impossible.