I have some regrets with how I handled the end of Art's life. I am a person of faith and believe that his spirit continues to live but I was so scared the last week of his life. I think the first reason is that we didn't expect it to go they way that it did. We thought that the Dr's would tell us that there was nothing more that they could do and we would have a few last months together. It came on so quickly and in such an unexpected way. I became afraid of seeing him go because it was my impression that it would be painful for him and I didn't think I could handle it. I wasn't there when he went. I was the one that found him. The nurse had just been in the room with him and when I came in he was gone. I regret not being there and thinking that he was sad that I wasn't there and he went alone. I regret the fear I had of him being in pain in the end. These things cause me pain.