I took care of her for two years as if she were part of my family, with respect and compassion. In the last week of her life, Alice immediately regretted needing the hospice nurse to come and give her medicine and sing to her. Her son told me she was ready to leave, but wouldn't let go because he was always around. So one day he told me he needed to go to the dry cleaners. I ask him not to go, but he says 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 then turned to her who was still holding her hands, and she wasn't breathing. I jumped out of the chair and started to panic and ask her, "please wait Barry." After a few seconds he came and saw that I was agitated and said: “don't worry Anna, that's what he wanted, I'm fine with it”. She 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 next to my side of the bed. Alice's son Barry has become a great friend of our family. He became like a father