One final car ride from his house to the hospital, was uneventful and quiet.  The hope was there that comfort would come shortly.  It did.  The room that beckoned was freshly cleaned. The bed was crisp and white covered. He undressed with the assistance of nurses, he climbed up into the resting place.  Three days and two nights shuffled by.  He talked.  He smiled. He laughed.  He cried.  He laughed again.  He talked to his granddaughter,  during his last afternoon of alertness.  He said the love words.  He smiled the love look.  He whispered his wishes.  He did not eat.  He did prove bravery.  He breathed his last.  Father, Grandfather, Husband, Child….he was all of these.  Rest easy, Dad.