I just need to say it.
He was at home. It wasn't expected, but wasn't unexpected. He was doing well recovering from a blood infection, but then he took a sharp turn for the worse and was on oxygen. He had dementia but he still recognized my stepmother all the way to the end, and he was still fun to talk to on the phone. It was always good to hear his voice. And now ... well ... you know.
Thanks for listening.