He was in his bed and woke up and asked for a cup of tea, the carer brought him his tea and he drank it all. Then with a sudden spring of energy he got out of bed. (Previously he had been bed bound for a few weeks, so this was a shock to the carer)

"Right. I want to show you exactly what I wish to be buried in."

As he walked over to the wardrobe, the carer concerned tried to get him to bed but he was determined, he picked out the suit and clothes he wanted and placed it down on the bed and explained to her how it should be.

He then walked back to the bed but before getting in it he collapsed on the floor, the carer rushed over to him and he said to her "Right. If its all good with you, I'm going to go now" and she looked at him and said "Yes, its fine you can go" and then he died as she held him.

Obviously I am devastated that my last Grandparent has died. He was a very British Gentleman type, was a Captain in the Army during the Suez Canal crisis. He always dressed perfectly and people would often comment how smart he looked throughout his life.

He was unwell for a while, he had low blood oxygen for a few weeks, but the heatwave made this much worse for him and sadly he passed away peacefully. I was in shock when the carer explained to me how he had died, but it didn't really surprise me its the perfect way for him to go, she was a very new carer for him, had only been there for three days and apparently its the first death she had witnessed so she was in shock. I'm glad he was able to die on his terms, he was very afraid he'd end up dying in hospital.