He's been in the hospital for a few days. He'd spent the last few days before on his couch, just slowly fading away. It took some doing to convince him to go to the hospital, but when we finally did get him there, the news really wasn't all that good.
He's got sepsis (a blood infection,) pneumonia, and he may have had another heart attack (the other complications make it difficult to really tell, so they say down there.) When I visited him yesterday, he basically told us kids to live our lives, don't worry about him, he wouldn't be around for much longer.
They say one knows when their time is coming up, and from the looks and sounds of it, his time is coming soon. It's not really a surprise for me, for over a year he's been on a big downward spiral. But I still don't have to like it.