my grandmother. whole family came together and put some differences aside. it may sound strange but we were all cracking jokes as she laid their unconcious and breathing for 12 hours or so. we're irish so we celebrate the life we don't mourn. she did the death rattle and i can still see her eyes open and remember reaching down and closing them. snuck her dog into the room to be with her for a few mins. my dad didn't handle it well and took every bit of strength i had for him not to throw himself onto her after she died.
my dad later killed himself about a year and half later and it kills me that i should have called him or something. spoke to him like 3-4 days earlier and it all seemed fine. that's one you never get back.