((((orange blossom))))
It took me a bit of courage and strength to read your post. It brings back the memories of my grandmother the night she died. Grandma died of a long battle with lung cancer. I was 12 the last time I saw her alive...which was the night she died. I still feel every breath she gasped for. My husband died under my hands as I was giving him CPR. Both have haunted me over the years. I still believe watching my grandmother fight for every last breath is the reason for my fear today.

Life and death....such hard issues.