My grandad looked my dad in the eye and said; "I'm ready to go" and he layed his head back on the pillow, closed his eyes and from this life he passed.
The last six months of his life I lived with my dad and mom and spent most of most days talking with him and listening to his stories which carried wisdom, his nickname for me was 'old soldier'.
The night before he passed away he said to my oldest daughter; "looking at those horses out there and knowing I won't be able to ride them anymore, I don't want to live here another day."
How is your dad these days, do you two share your views?