Oh wow. My maternal grandmother died the day after my 21st birthday. I had been her primary caregiver for the family (outside of the convalescent hospital folks, of course) - and was there with her when she died. I'd been with her throughout the day prior (my birthday), and finally left to go home for some rest around 2am - after watching her inch ever closer to death. That last morning, while I was getting ready to go spend more time with her when the nurses called telling me that she had been calling out my name. I jumped in the car and got there quickly (no speeding though Fed

) , and was blessed to be there for the last two and a half hours of her life.
That won't be the case this time, but whenever the time comes, it'll be okay.