On Thursday. I didn't really know him..when I met him for the first time, he had an operation to relieve pressure on the brain from water. The hospital basically screwed up..and it led to his decline into dementia, in my opinion, on a much more rapid pace. He was still somewhat functional and tried to appear "normal" when meeting new people. But he never remembered me on subsequent visits and as I watched him decline..it was sad. This has been on going for several years. Last weekend I saw him in the hospital. It was horrible. He had lost a great deal of weight and looked almost skeletal. He had a feeding tube in his nose and a catheter as well as all sorts of IVs. His face was writhing in agony and his hands had "mittens" on them to keep him from pulling out the tubes. He never liked hospitals or doctors. My girlfriend told me that he hated medical care so much that it was only after his apendix burst that he drove himself to the hospital. He kept himself incredibly fit through out his life by doing things like walking up and down the stairs over and over. This was before there was an exercise craze. The Doctor recommended that a feeding tube be run directly into his stomach. This would prevent him from having to come back to the hospital. My girlfriend was against it..and said so. When she consulted the doctor..he told her "Mercy killing is illegal in this state". Had I been in the room with them..that doctor would have gotten an knuckle sandwich. In any case..he was doing well after the release. On Thursday his appetite returned and he was even talking. Sometime during the afternoon he began coughing and the doctor was summoned. The Doctor wanted to put him back into the hospital. When my girlfriend's father heard that..his condition worsened. By the time the EMTs came..he was gone. I saw the body..and it was remarkable how peaceful he looked.