My dad died 3 years ago on Friday. Three years ago , it was me watching and waiting for his last breath, just as his family are doing now. He, in his own small way, had lived a good life, but nowhere as signifcant as NM. I have really struggled this week watching the world waiting for NM's last breath. I have this awful feeling it will be on Friday, as my dad's was. It was a long week waiting for my father to pass away, but I feel as drained as I did then. It is mawkish and awful. Anyone else ?