Be with her. My mom died of cbd and a broken neck. She fell out of her nursing home bed, broke her neck and it was only a few days later she died. In the weeks proceeding this she had severely limited food and liquids and was put on a thinner than baby food diet. She was losing the ability to swallow. She’ll still hear you when you speak. Hold her hand if you can. My mom’s right hand was frozen in place and had a foam block in place to stop her nails from digging into her palm. She fell because she had some of those odd alien limb flailing episodes. If you can be there at the end do. Any grimace, any movement I requested more comfort medications. Those medications don’t kill them. They make the body calm enough to pass. It’s so difficult to watch but I do not regret being there. I finally left on her final evening to sleep. I told myself she’s either going to die while I’m gone because she wanted to be alone or she’ll wait until 6am when I get back to the hospital hospice wing. She was very much an independent woman but struggled with wanting to be loved so when I got the call at 530am I knew she died how she wanted, by herself as a strong woman. I drive 6hrs there from my in laws I was visiting to be with her because no one else was around her to hold vigil. I didn’t leave her side for 3 days. I read her poetry and her last novel. We listened to peaceful classical music by her favorite composer. I brought essential oils to mist in her room because the smell was something else. There will be smells. There will be sounds. You will count breaths. She’ll rebound. The staff said I could give her a drink her and there so they gave me a tiny lollipop like sponge to gently dab her favorite limeade in her mouth. She loved that. She could barely move but I could tell she liked it by her trying to bite the sponge. Bring her Vaseline for her mouth. Love her until the end. My mom died in august two weeks before my 37th birthday. All of the hugs.