Our experience with Hospice was not a good one. After their initial visit, they neither listened to our requests or seemed to care about much beyond doing the bare minimum required via their "mission statement".  I will always believe that if the hospice nurse had been more invested in our family, she would have communicated that Dave was so near death. She was there the day before he died and all she had to do was communicate that we should stay close to him. Since no one ever talked to us about what to expect as he approached the end of his life, we didn't think he was so close to it.  I was not there when he died and that will haunt me forever  (although I am not 100% sure that he didn't wait until I was not there because I know he couldn't bear to leave me behind and all alone). He had told me that was the hardest thing for him because he couldn't stand the idea of bringing me such sorrow and  unhappiness...we even talked about it a couple of days before. All I could tell him was how much I loved him and that it was okay for him to go because he would always be with me and that he shouldn't have to suffer so much pain. But I am still not loving Hospice.