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Horrible ... Well treasure the moments you can. I spent the last week of my grandfather's life by the bedside of my grandfather. The second to last day of his life I couldn't take it any longer and walked out of the room and sat down in tears! I just hated to see a vibrant, loving man like he was being taken down by a blood complaint ... The tears hurt - then a nurse came by and stopped she told me:

"What would you rather be doing sitting here crying and possibly lose the chance to say goodbye to him - or go there, hold his hand and tell him you love him as many times as you can before you say goodbye!"

I went back - for ... (real tears coming just telling you this!) anyway. For about half-an-hour my mum was one side of the bed and I was on the other - he grabbed our hands and squeezed them tight - the last time I ever touched him - the day after he died!