I was a Hospice volunteer for 21 years until my father became a patient of the program. He had Alzheimer disease for 15 years and my mother and I took care of him at home to be sure we spoiled him with a quality of life. I sat with him for two days and nights singing and holding his hand and laughing knowing the time was near and the angels were coming to take him to God’s paradise. He waited until I left his side then quickly gave up his spirit at the age of 90. He laughed until the day he died. To read more, click here. . .