The hardest part for me of my mother's death, was that I wasn't there when she passed. And I regret it so much. I visited daily in the mornings and missed maybe a week over a 2 month period. And in hospice it was so emotionally hard for me that I skipped a few days, but usually visited in the morning. I was there the day before she died and was going to go the next day, but was worn out physically and mentally, so I didn't go. She died late that night. And I could hit myself for not being there. Hospice didn't even call me that day. At least they could have told me they thought she was going to pass that night. The whole ordeal from assisted living to hospitals, nursing home, hospice, every step of the way was a battle, nothing went right the whole time. I feel as if it was meant to be. Nothing I did could stop the inevitable. Every step of the way was uphill and a fight. But I guess her body was failing and in that case what can one do? I wish I could have saved her. I wish there was something I could have done to prevent it all. I prayed a lot, but even God can't help when the body is dying. It's futile to try, futile to pray for healing, etc. Nothing can stop whats going to happen. Its hard to understand, but easy to understand at the same time. Oh boy! Life!