My dad is still around. My Paternal grandfather had diabetes and they put him in a care center at the end of his life because they had to amputate part of his foot. It damned hard for him as he was always very independent and helped everyone else. He was bound and determined to get the hell out of there and back home to see grandma. Well, he finally did. He walked into the house, gave my grandmother a kiss and died immediately afterwards of a massive heart attack. He achieved that final goal and signed off.
He always took me deer hunting when I was a kid with his old 30-40 Krag. He was a highly decorated WW2 vet. At the end of the war, he was given a commission to be in charge of the maintenance for the entire US navy. The whole town showed up for his funeral. His and my first wife’s funerals are the only ones where I ever shed a tear.
