It truly hit me that I am in hospice. I realized that my only goal now is to make it through winter. I've told everyone about my status and I am not keeping anything a secret. I cried for myself because I needed to. Some days it feels surreal. When I see people I wonder now if it is the last time I will see them, especially if they are from out of town.
What happens when you die? Is there life after death? Does heaven exist? Does hell exist? I don't have the answers to any of this.