When I was a child, my family and I drove from Florida to New York to say goodbye to my dying grandfather, wasting away from cancer. Ours was the only group now

When I was a child, my family and I drove from Florida to New York to say goodbye to my dying grandfather, wasting away from cancer. Ours was the only group now already in New York. He was unconscious for the first 24 hours we were there. The day after we got there, he woke up. He wasn’t able to see, and he asked my grandmother, “is everyone here, Mother?” “Yes, George, they are.” “So I can go now?” Through tears, she said, “yes, you can go now.” He took one more breath.