My dad was lucky enough to die in his own bed with my Mum holding one hand and me the other. The last several months he was on morphine for the pain, but overal

My dad was lucky enough to die in his own bed with my Mum holding one hand and me the other. The last several months he was on morphine for the pain, but overall it is hard to see how it could have gone better (if it was going to happen of course - he didn't have as long with the grandkids as we would have wished). I am also reminded of this book "Final Chapters: A Hospice Social Worker’s Stories of Courage, Heart and Power" which I found very insightful.