My grand father died this morning. Completely unexpected, even though he was in hospital he was on the mend due to be released next week. Though something happened in surgery and blood would just not stop pouring out of him. At this point, the doctor said, he just looked at her and said "It's time for me to go." Within minutes after, he died.
It came to me in mourning, that we do not choose how to enter this world, but we can choose how we exit, and he choose a beautiful one. It's hard for someone to write something as poetic as that, and yet even in his confused state of mind he did it.
We'll miss you Eric.