Charles passed away this morning ay 5:19AM. His mother was at his side. She called me in and I checked for a pulse, then told her "He's gone." It was a great relief for everyone involved, being that he had clung to life without food and water for over three weeks. He was not comfortable in the end.
But I can't help but think that his final thoughts were something like "I had no control over my life, and you all wanted to control my death, but in the end it was I who decided when to go. I finally got my say."