What is one of the most amazing things you've ever witnessed?

My grandpa died about three years at 102 years old. He was both mentally and physical healthy up to the very end.

He simply decided one day that he didn't want to live anymore. He told us that he feared God had forgotten him. He worried that he would never die and be able to see Grandma again. Remember, he was 102 and in great health both physically and mentally.

Of course he didn't truly believe that God had forgotten him. What he meant was that he had lived a long, healthy, and happy life and he just wanted to see Grandma again as well as his Lord and Savior. He no longer wanted to live in the physical realm.

He checked himself into the hospital claiming he had heart pains, but his doctor said all tests were negative and Grandpa could go home because he was perfectly healthy. Yet Grandpa refused. He told us that he wasn't going to leave the hospital alive and he started to prepare my mother and my aunts for his eventual death.

For a little over one month he just laid on the hospital bed and attempted to will himself to death. He rarely talked. It's almost as if he forced himself into a strange meditation with a singular focus to die. He did acknowledge his grandchildren and great grandchildren when we visited him. We made him smile. And he asked us to feed him ice cream...which we did (with tears in our eyes).

(Dammit, this is making me watery right now)

He told me that I would learn more watching him die on his own terms than anything I could've learned from him in life. My aunt (my grandfather's daughter) told us that it was our job to help Grandfather pass on in a peaceful way. This was our way to give back to Grandpa everything he had taught us and provided for us in our lives.

To be honest, it was one of the most profound and amazing things I've ever experienced. Grandfather didn't commit suicide...rather he just decided when it was his time on his terms.

A little over a month after Grandpa checked himself into the hospital he died in his sleep and peacefully reunited with my grandmother who had passed away about 10 years earlier. He finally got to meet Christ. And oddly it wasn't a sad event. He somehow prepared the entire family for his death in such a profound way that we were awe struck at the beauty in his death.

I hope I (in old age) can look back at a long healthy and happy life that I will be proud of. I hope I can determine how I die on my own terms.