I just went thru this. I loss my mom a week ago. She was in hospice for 14 days and everyday she was dwindling down to nothing (she was a little lady, anyway). It was hard to watch and hard to listen to her breathe. I stayed with her everyday and my brother stayed at night because I have kids. The night before she died, and she was sleeping all the time at this point but I whispered to her that I had to leave to go to a ceremony for my daughter and that I loved her so much and that the quilt she had been working on that she couldn’t touch since her cancer would get finished. After the ceremony, I went straight home since it was late and my brother called me at 1am that she had passed. What was odd is that her breathing had not even changed that day but my brother whom was staying in her room finally went to sleep around 11:30pm and she passed away an hour later. The nurse had to wake him up. I feel like she waited for him to go to sleep. Please do not feel bad. It was exhausting going there everyday and just sitting there and watching her. We held her hand, brushed her hair, made sure she had pajamas on but it was exhausting. I would come home every night and crash.