Quote Originally Posted by Riverkilt
Thanks Guys,

Galloglaich, same here. My father died in '78 and I sat the night shift with him for weeks, would try to get him to make first light. He died later in the morning when I was sound asleep from staying up all night. Was kind of frustrating. But I did get to carry his body downstairs since they couldn't get the gurney up to his bedroom. He was light as a feather from the liver cancer that took him.

Was better getting to hold my mother's hand when she died and to close her eyelids after.

And, I don't think I thought about it much when it was happening, but in retrospect I'm still amazed I wore the same kilt for a week while she was dying. Guess I didn't really have time to figure out what else to wear.

Ron
I am so sorry to hear about your loss. I hope everything goes as well as it can for you and your family.