Samuel Carrington Hoyle
(May 1920 — March 2017)
We got a call at 7:30 this morning and was informed by the duty nurse that she went to check on him, popped off to do something, and when she returned a few moments later he was gone.
Looks like the spring finally went from his bungee. Mind you, with his dementia and general confusion in life, (he recently had to be given medication in order to calm him down) he was just plain tired of living...tired of life.
When I saw him last night, he was laying in his bed at the nursing home, his eyes closed and his mouth open, his head on one side with only his shoulders poking up from under the blankets, looking like an ancient Egyptian mummy when it's been unwrapped (he'd gotten so skinny)
Least he passed away in comfort. And we are glad he's now out of his pain as it made him so unhappy.
We may all be sad now, but deep down, we're somewhat relieved... (Again, I shall probably cry when the funeral commences)
...but that is the Circle of Life. It's all about living, but it's also about death.
Farewell, Grandpa Sam. And good luck.