Saturday, April 15, 6:30 AM. Amy.

Brewer died sometime early this morning.

I came down at 2 AM to relieve Garrett. Brewer was breathing at that time, and I checked his pulse as usual and it was fine. I slept until 3:30 when Beth woke me up to be fed. I think I heard Brewer breathing at that time but I was half asleep so I’m not sure. Beth and I fell back asleep about 4:00. At 5:45 I woke up to the sound of heavy rain. It was thumping on the window. Beth was still asleep. I couldn’t hear Brewer, so I checked on him, and his chest was still and he was cold.

I feel strangely numb, nearly at peace.

The kids aren’t up yet. I don’t look forward to telling them. No, I hear Garrett in the kitchen.

Goodbye, Brewer. You were the best of men. You’ve been such a gift to me.

What will I do? What are we supposed to do now?