Old

His legs creaked as he fell heavily into his chair. Jared was old, and that was the end of it. At ninety-two, he was living alone. His wife had died three years before. He loved his kids and his grandkids and his great-grandkids. They visited him every once in a while, bringing him enough company to last the year. He loved them very much, but he knew it was his time. He got himself settled in his chair, and he waited. He knew God and thanked him for all his memories as he relived them.
Then, he died.