No I have never cared for a dying person, but I enjoy the chance to visit dying friends. I think it is part of life. Recently my aunt died quickly of cancer. I visited her and was shocked that her eyes wre so piercing, but then I realized her face was paralyzed and all that moved was her eyes. I could see her in there and I talked to her. Other visitors talked around her, but I talked to her. One afternoon I said something funny and a bit brazen to her, and her daughter in law laughed and said would you like to thow this facecloth at him. Her arm pivoted on the elbow, and she raised her hand. and I knew she enjoyed my flippant remark and threw a facecloth at me. She passed the next morinig, and I am sure I am the last one that she communicated with. I think dealing with the visitors can be harder than dealing with the dying person. I miss my aunt, but her time had come.
The person below me took some time today to actually smell a flower.