In the end

I wonder, pretty much in vain, what drove Burt to take to his bed.

It was definitely not an improved quality of life. He did have what he needed, food, drink, change of clothes. Health concerns crop up for the bedbound, such as tending to or preventing bed sores. We took care of those. Regular attention from his OT helped him keep some muscle strength.

It was a limited life, however, in a way more limiting than loss of cognitive and executive function had been. The losses kept piling on for Burt.

I wonder, pretty much in vain, if Burt felt weak or weaker.

Was he scared of falling? Did he feel unsteady? Did he realize we were concerned that he was unsteady? That he might fall?

I wonder, pretty much in vain, if Burt noticed his decline.

Was he scared? Was he readying himself for his passing? Did I get it right that, at the end, those last four days, he was ready?

I wonder, but pretty much with certainty, if at the end Burt chose his exit.