When the time comes...

I wonder what happens at the end of your life, that time when you are at what is the last moments of your life. I have always hoped that at that time no one would be alone and that a spirit (person or persons) would be there with you and you would not be alone. I really felt that when staying with my dad during the last few days of his hospice at his home. He seem to be acknowledging something, motioning to something and seemed to be communicating with something. When he passed, he was very lucky to have done it in the way he wanted on his terms, in his home and with most of his kids around him. Although I was sad to see him leave us I also felt he was really at peace which made it so much easier. I do believe his parents, especially his mother, came to to be with him at that time. I have heard from others that they believe someone comes and one is not alone. I pray that this is true and I wonder who that would be for me. In my heart and mind I hope it would be someone I was with who passed at the hospital in Vietnam. I remember them. Memories are always with me and I have such guilt that they passed and I did not. It is so hard to even try to attempt to explain my feelings or even try to and I'm sure it probably makes no sense to many but it is how I feel. Many years of guilt, sorrow and memories. I'm and thankful I, and others, were there at there last minutes and although far from home, they did not die alone. I will always remember and my thoughts and prayers are always with their families.