The world lost a great soul today.  Five months to the day of losing my brother, my Dad finally decided to join him in whatever afterlife there actually is.  It was a long day, watching and waiting in the hospital, but surrounded by my three sisters, and my wife it went well.  I decided to go home to sleep after being up for 22 hours, only to get the call moments after laying my head down on the pillow.  What would that one extra hour have done had I stayed there?  He was medicated, to the point that I am unaware if he was even aware of my presence there.  Could it have made a difference to him?  Did it?  We waited for 12 hours at the hospital with him, wanting him to find his peace and go, but it wasn't until we had all actually left that his time came.  Was he aware, and holding on not wanting us to witness his final moments?  Perhaps not, perhaps so, I won't ever know in this life.