It’s actually a little less happy. He was late stage cancer and either the chemo or cancer was affecting his thought. He was bend transferred to a hospice care facility, but only understood that he was leaving the hospital. We were on the phone and I had purchased a plane ticket and he was saying how I shouldn’t have because it’s much nicer to visit in the summer, but that he was getting out of the hospital and maybe we’d go to this new golf course that he had just discovered and then his favorite restaurant. I agreed and we said goodbye and he said, “I’ll see you later.”

When Mom got back on the phone, she said that he was confused and that he was actually going to hospice care. It didn’t really register because he seemed so normal. He had fallen into a coma shortly after getting transferred to the hospice facility and passed by the time I got there.

He was firmly atheist, so I chuckle to think that maybe he knew something when he said those last words. I guess we’ll see.