Around the year mark of working in the ICU, I was taking care of this one really nice lady who was on Bipap all night. Nearing the end of my night shift, all she wanted was to have a drink of coffee. Knowing if she had any kind of liquid, she would aspirate and that would be the end of it, she understood & was fine with it. I left work weeping. It was a sweet tender moment, but I was mainly moved at how ready, graceful, and dignified she and her family was at welcoming death.