And That's All I Know

Dad stopped breathing a little over half an hour ago. We're waiting for the hospice people to come and begin the legal aspects of the end of Dad's life.

If we can choose the manner of our deaths, and some of us do, we are lucky indeed. He was asleep. Darla and her father were sitting bedside, talking quietly. He was breathing, then he didn't draw another breath. Then, Darla's father called to his wife, and we in the kitchen clearly heard him whisper, "He's gone." Everyone sobbed and I called hospice. Once again, we are just waiting.