Overnight everything had changed. He was aware, but was unresponsive. Somewhere between dusk and dawn he had made an irreversible decision to reject life. As the ensuing days dragged on, his slow decline was ever apparent.
Sitting quietly, waiting for the family to leave, I knew his secret. Just days before, he had confided in me that breathing each day was not living. His life had become boring, and nothing about it was very pleasant. Looking forward, he had freely chosen to step away from life as he knew it, and looked forward to the remarkable journey that lie ahead.
Godspeed my friend, Godspeed.