Yesterday my grandpa got up and got himself dressed. By noon he was unable to stand on his own. The hospice nurse helped him to his bed, where he stayed for the remainder of the day, semi-unconscious. My cousin, an EMT, went in and rolled him over every half hour or so, and Grandpa didn't even flinch.
The end is near. His wife and children doubted he'd last through the night.
It is sad to lose his companionship in mortality. It will also be a blessing for him and all of us who love him when he is gone. It seems really selfish and somehow WRONG to pray for death to come, except that when it does, it will be as is told in The Tale of Three Brothers (Harry Potter):
And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly,
and, equals, they departed this life.
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