kneemos wrote: » Does anybody pass away peacefully in their sleep or is it just a case there was nobody around to see the last moments? Surely if you're dying there's going to be some sort of fighting for breath or chest pain. Maybe it does happen,just always took it with a pinch of salt.
CiDeRmAn wrote: » Most GPs prefer heart attack, massive tight pressure in the chest and you're gone. No lingering, becoming more and more dependant and sicker, no wasting away in front of family or, worse still, alone in some antiseptic ward somewhere.
looksee wrote: » My mum was sick and elderly, she knew it was time. She spent the day in bed only for the last two days of her life and passed very peacefully - there was absolutely no doubt about that when we saw her - she had had someone with her 24 hours a day for the last few days but managed to be alone - she sent my sister to 'get some rest' - for less than an hour when she passed away. she was, as always, in charge right till the end. She did it her way!
_Brian wrote: » Can go either way. Some pass very easy and peacefully. It can be very distressing on everybody when it's not peaceful but usually good hospital or palliative care staff can ease the passing considerably.
Caovyn Lineah wrote: » This is exactly the same as my grandfather, for the time he was in hospital he was never alone. The day he died was the one day none of my family went in to him.
ShowMeTheCash wrote: » Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas