Addendum, to a death.

I almost forgot -

The night before that one resthome resident died, she was spending a long time after dinner having her tea, and since I had some downtime, we sat and talked.

She kept talking of a "bubble" in her throat, and she said she had to wait for the tea to go down.

She also didn't feel like her carrot cake, and gave it to me.

Normally I wouldn't eat it in a situation like that, but it seemed right, so I took it and ate it, and thanked her.

She was pleased.