There was a tree lighting ceremony last night at hospice. All those that donate in memory of their loved one gets a star with his/her name on it on one of the three trees on the lawn. It was the first time that I have been back to the hospice. It was very festive with music, hula dancers and snacks. My family was with me. I went into the facility, and all the festivities outside faded away. I was in this place that I spent 11 days caring, loving and crying for my Bo. Two angels that took loving and tender care of my Bo were working that night. We hugged and cried and wish each other a happy holiday and they asked how I was doing. "Hanging in there" was all I could say through my tears. I wanted to look into the room he passed away in but the door was closed and I was told someone was in there. All for the best I guess because I was already in tears. I pray that I never have to go there again. I just wanted closure.