My partner Rick died Wednesday March 24th at 10 am. We met in our early 20's and and he was 67 (43 yrs) when he passed. Our life centered around each other...we believed that we only needed the two of us and did everything together. On the morning of his death, I heard his breathing change so I called hospice. It took them about an hour and half to arrive. This was the most intimate time I can imagine. I was laying behind him with my head on his shoulder. He was non-responsive but managed to slowly move his hand around my face and hugged my head, as if saying it's ok and I love you. I left the room for 2 minutes and when I came back he was gone. I must say this was, at the same time, the most traumatic and loving moments of my life. I know it's only been a week but I've never felt so disconnected, lost, sad and I just can't believe he's gone. I've never experienced or anticipated this level emotional turmoil. I miss him soo much and want him back. A t the same I don't want him to suffer...I hate Leukemia!