2 Weeks ago my grandfather died. He passed away about one hour after esha prayer (evening). Two days before his death, my mum and dad had been visiting him in Dhaka, and had boarded a plane to return to the UK. At that point my grandfather had told people around him that in two days he would be dead.
Life goes, sometimes its ripped from you, other times it ebbs like a tide going out. I am happy that my grandfather had the opportunity to face death with his heart free of fear. May Allah look after his soul.