Mr Trifectagirl passed away peacefully in his sleep two days ago.
The stress and hell of the last 3 months is now over.
I had been to see him the night before, and was able to tell him I loved him, thank him for being my husband and for our son. And to tell him is was ok to leave us if he needed to.
We are now in the process of planning the funeral.
At this stage I am operating on auto-pilot, but am ok. I have good moments and bad moments, but I'm focused on a 16 month old little boy who needs his mummy.