My hospice patient died today. Alone. I know because I'm the one who found her, not breathing, but still somewhat warm. I'm sad not because she died, which is a relief from her suffering, but because she died alone. I'm glad I could be there for her in the days before her death, even if I wasn't there for the end. Still sad, though. I hope I am able to be there for my friends and loved ones when their times come, and they for me.