Carol's message in the blog:

Gone
Bob died in his sleep this afternoon. It was as peaceful as anyone could
have wished: I was sitting beside him, and he breathed in, and out, and
didn't breathe in again. He had been unconscious since yesterday evening and
showed no signs of distress at any point.

This morning, I read him his latest messages and talked to him, and stroked
his hand. I doubt he heard or felt any of it, but if part of his brain was
still on duty, all he heard during his last hours were the voices of his
family and all he felt were the touches of warm blankets and loving hands.

It was everything I could have asked for, except to have him back. Gone
Bob died in his sleep this afternoon. It was as peaceful as anyone could
have wished: I was sitting beside him, and he breathed in, and out, and
didn't breathe in again. He had been unconscious since yesterday evening and
showed no signs of distress at any point.

This morning, I read him his latest messages and talked to him, and stroked
his hand. I doubt he heard or felt any of it, but if part of his brain was
still on duty, all he heard during his last hours were the voices of his
family and all he felt were the touches of warm blankets and loving hands.

It was everything I could have asked for, except to have him back.