My father passed away quietly in his sleep Sunday night. My brother phoned him every morning and when he didn't answer the call on Monday morning they knew something was wrong. He was 93 and still living independently. He always said that when his time came he wanted to go to bed some night and just not wake up in the morning. He got his wish. His worst fear was the hospital or assisted living. We are all thankful that he was spared that.
The funeral will be on Saturday so I will probably not be blogging until after that.
He was the best of Dads and Grandfathers and we will all miss him a lot.