How are you doing, honey? Some lovely advice here that resonates with me when I think of my own dad's death - just sitting with him, being gentle, smiling at him, stroking him, telling him it's all right to go, saying the words of love I wanted to say, letting him know I'd be all right despite my tears. I take great comfort even all these years later that I was privileged enough to share in his passing. I was a nurse then though I teach now, but I always felt that was the sacred purpose of my career up to that point - to care for my own dad (he was at home) when he needed my help and to help others come to him without fear. My own sister was very scared and frightened to approach him in his last week. She was just distressed and terrified at what she might see or how she would feel. I was able to help her and I always thank God for that.
Just know you're doing a very blessed thing, sweetheart, though the feeling of being bereft will sweep through you on occasion. I am thinking of you, s, with great love.

Pearlgem x x x x x