God saw him getting tired; a cure was not to be, so He put his arm around him and whispered “Come with me.”
When his struggle for life became too difficult, Dad asked us to, “Let him go.” I remember so clearly looking into his beautiful steal blue eyes and with a very heavy heart saying, “Okay.”
There is comfort in knowing that part of dad still lives, not just in our hearts, but in another human being, blessing them with the gift of sight…just the way dad would have wanted it.