My father lost his battle with Parkinson's this morning. He was at home, in bed with Mom, like he has been for the last 50+ years, and went in his sleep.
While I didn't get to see him before he died, I know he's in a better place now than he was. No more wheelchair, no more unable to get up, dress himself, bathe--all those little things we take for granted daily.
Now I will head back to the farm and help bury him.