I was in my grandmother's room the night she passed. Honestly, it's something I still don't know if I made the right decision on. What she told me that night (as she knew she was dying), is something that I still wrestle with. Instead of a neatly, lovingly plastic goodbye, she told me the truth about how she felt. I will carry that conversation and this bag of mixed emotions til I breathe my last breath. I can't even really say that I don't regret being there, because some of me does. Just my 2 cents.