A week of realizations

Hubby called FIL just a little while ago and said that FIL said he had a realization last night. He's come to terms with everything. Seems that he wants Hubby to come over every day now, and that's what Hubby is going to do. MIL told Hubby that she felt he knows exactly how long to stay, so he's welcome to come any time he wants. That is so wonderful to hear. FIL also told Hubby that he feels it's time to start talking about things and making arrangements. Hubby shared with me that he's come to terms that it's probably not going to be much longer and that FIL could just not wake up one morning. When Hubby was sharing all this information with me, I was processing it all and thinking about what it would all mean emotionally for everyone. I was going through my memory banks of families I've worked with. I only nodded my head while he talked to me. He asked me what I was thinking because I had a "pondering" look on my face. Rather than tell him what I really was thinking about (because honestly I didn't think it's my place to tell him that I think FIL's realization is a sign that he's really close), I just I made a comment that I was glad that everyone has come to these realizations because now everyone can start progressing, and Hubby got a little annoyed with me. He told me that nobody was ever in denial, so I had to back-peddle a bit. I told a white-lie and said that I didn't think anyone was ever in denial. I explained that I was ahead of the curve only because of my Hospice experience. I think I'd better quit tossing that out there. I don't want to sound like some weird Hospice evangelist or something. Honestly, I don't mention it that often but I can't help but draw from my experiences. I kind of wish right now that I didn't have those experiences because I feel too "in the know". I don't like being in the know. Not when it comes to people that I love.