My dear FIL quietly slipped away from us Tuesday night. He’d fallen and hit his head just before Christmas, and the decline moved quickly after that. He was alert and talking some over the weekend, and we all were able to say what we needed to. We were able to be with him when he left us so he wasn’t alone. We’re heartbroken and exhausted but he’s free of pain and at peace. Our daughter and her family opted to fly in now so we can grieve together, not during the busyness of a funeral. It was an honor to look after him, be an advocate for, to hold his hand, to give him ice cream.