My mom and I had been staying here, at his house, since Wednesday. We saw some of the signs that it was coming and my two Uncles and my mom and grandma and I stayed up all night on Thursday holding his hand and talking to him. He could only respond a little, but he would nod here and there and we knew he was listening and understanding all we said. He died on Friday morning. The viewing is tomorrow and the funeral is on Friday. I don't want to go. None of us want to go.