I took care of her for two years like she was part of my family, with respect and compassion. In the last week of her life, Alice quickly regretted needing a hospice nurse to come and give her medicine and sing songs to her. Her son told me she was ready to leave, but she didn't want to let him go because he was still there. So one day he told me he had to go to the dry cleaners. I asked him not to go, but he told me not to worry. I was sitting next to Alice's bed, watching TV, and while she slept, breathing heavily, I held her hands and sang the song: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine... ". I turned my head to look at the TV for a second and looked back at her, still holding her hands, and she wasn't breathing. I jumped out of the chair and started panicking and asking him, "Please wait Barry." » After a few seconds he came and saw that I was agitated and he said: "don't worry Anna, that's what she wanted, I'm okay with that." He called the nurse who came to wash and prepare her. I was still in shock and afraid to touch her, but the nurse told me we still had to respect her, so I helped wash and dress Alice. For a few days, I slept with the lights on in the closet near my side of the bed. Alice's son, Barry, has become a very good friend of our family. He became like a father to