When my Dad died, I took a couple of weeks off beforehand to go down and be with/care for him. It was important, but really, really hard. The last day, he was experiencing terminal agitation, so the hospice nurse came over at, like, 1 am to help get his meds where he wasn't disturbed, I finally got to bed around 7am, woke up at 9 am for last rites, stayed up most of the day, finally went to sleep about 8 or 9 pm, then got back up just an hour or so later when the time was coming, I got to be there at the very end, but the rictus has been pretty hard to shake.
But the hospice care was fantastic, couldn't have made it through without them.
But the hospice care was fantastic, couldn't have made it through without them.