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In the final weeks of my father's life he had an aide from hospice who came out to give us some respite from his care and spent about 10 hours a week with him.  She asked him loads of questions about his life and seemed genuinely interested in him.  This woman was very, very important to him, someone to know him, to be interested in him, to care about his life as it was ending.  So simple but how very important that was to him, and to us. Much more important than the physical care she gave to him. If there can be a "good" death, she gave it to him.

She probably should have been better paid but money could not buy this caring.

Everything that's really, deeply true in life sounds trite when I write it down.