My best friend has been very ill and struggling for a number of years. She's been in hospice care at home for the past 4 months and passed away this week. I'm still kind of in a fog. Her son has come from across the country to stay with me for a week so that we can do what has to be done for arrangements, dismantle her apartment, etc.
I have been caring for her for many hours each day, going there after work to help her, as she only had one local family member to assist with her care. I didn't realize how tired I was until now. I'm relieved that her suffering is over, but I feel so sad. She had a very hard life and a difficult, miserable dying process. It doesn't seem fair.