He hasn't been doing well for the past couple of years and was ready to go. At 97 his quality of life was going downhill and dementia was taking hold. He had more bad days than good days memory wise.

I was lucky enough to make it down to see him in June during his last few days of being completely lucid. Apparently after I left he didn't have many good days.

I believe it is harder on family than it was on him.

He was a huge part of all of our lives.

The good thing is he had a hand in raising a whole bunch of kids, grandkids, great grandkids and there is a crop of great, great grandchildren already.