My dad is going to die very soon

I walked into his apartment and sat beside his bed as he lay asleep. His wife gave a nudge and his bleary eyes opened halfway. A half smile shot my way with his hand moved towards me. I grabbed his hand and rubbed it, asking how he was doing. He said he'd been better with eyes closing for a few minutes and then opening again. I relayed things I had been doing and he nodded, patting my hand again. The talk did not last long as I let him return to sleep.

This was a different visit as he could not get up and I saw something in his eyes. It sounds crazy (to me), but I saw acceptance and forfeiture - he was standing down for the inevitable.

I left the apartment that day in a daze. I was very upset and tears flowed as I drove away.