Oh, Pandora, what a sweet memory for you. I have wonderful memories of my dad when he was dying, though I only had a few short weeks with him. My best is when they had him all drugged up and he decided to sit there in his big blue diaper (refusing to put the covers up - he would have NEVER done that without the brain cancer) and entertaining us all with just being funny. He really wasn't "my dad" during that time cause the cancer had just screwed up his brain, but his humor and wisdom came through. I have never laughed and cried so hard in my life. His life ended with dignity. That's all any of us can ever ask for. Hospice was a life-saver, as was my sister. A sad time, when someone is dying and you are just waiting for that moment so that they have peace, is something you never forget. I hope when my time comes, I go out with the same peace, no pain and the same dignity that my father did. The family has to provide that and make sure it happens. That is where Hospice comes in.