Last night was more of the same.
One lady took seemingly hours to die from a heart attack, alone in her own home and bed. She had no way to call for help because she couldn't reach the phone. The pain was very saddening but she did finally let go on her own and slip away. I don't know that anyone will find her for days or even weeks. She had done all her shopping yesterday and had all her bills paid, but lived in the country by herself. She seemed Scottish, but not in Scotland. She was a poet and author but not widely known. She also didn't tell me her name, but loved her two dogs, whom were her only "children,"and had both died last year.
It seems knowing you aren't alone in death and dying is a very calming thing. Some freak out about my being there but overall they appreciate it. One called me "God" last night, but I assured them I'm no deity nor demon. I'd never want to be those.
This "gift" is very uncomfortable for everyone involved. I think I'm supposed to be helping in this way. I cry about it sometimes during the day, but I come to terms with it too.
I'm not going to look for more of these people online, because they've probably been real people that have really passed on. I'll follow this course as long as it goes onward.