I actually wouldn't know what else to say... he and I discussed his passing last year when I went home because of something similar with him, and he told me that he was tired, but was hanging on for other family members.

I told him that only he could decide when his time was, and that he had my blessing to make that decision for himself, pre-approved.

I've been expecting this for a long time.

That same trip he told me that he didn't want to go in a hospital bed. I asked him where he would like to die.

"Lying in a bed of fresh pine boughs that I cut for myself, listening to the rushing stream, and looking at the stars."

I called my mom this morning.

She's gathering pine boughs for his room, and is taking him a white noise generator with a 'mountain stream' setting.

He'll know, more than words could say.