John was 84, he lived a rich, full, life, and he died quickly, without pain. Of course it still hit Rob hard, as I imagine the death of a love-one always will --I have yet to experience this myself. This is the second time for Rob, since his mom passed away soon after we were married.
The relatives who were with him at the hospital (most of whom are his second wife's family) said it was expected that John's heart would stop a few hours after they removed him from life-support. Unfortunately, it didn't work out that way. By Friday, Rob was feeling really guilty --his sister sat with John Thursday night, and then John's wife's daughter sat with him last night. This morning, although he didn't really want to see his father in this condition and knew his father was actually not there, he made the decision to drive the 10 hours to Ohio, so that he could shoulder his share of the burden of waiting this out.
So, of course, eight and a half hours into the drive, Rob called to tell me that he had just heard that John's heart had finally stopped beating. This experience has really brought home how hard it is to be so far away from family.
John chose cremation, so there will be a memorial service next weekend, and we will make the drive as a family.