I'll nominate this again. Dad rang me on Sunday complaining of pains in his leg - had been fine on weds when I did his shopping. Got up to his find his leg swollen and discoloured - in hospital within 90 mins, and no longer with us as of 11 p.m. last night.
A lot of processing to do but he had dementia and many physical issues, and had changed of late to be saying that he just wanted to go to sleep and not wake up again. If he'd have come out of hospital, he'd have been in an even worse state, so it's a kindness in disguise.
We've never been a religious family, but I'd be delighted to be wrong if it meant that he and my mum were now reunited.