I was in the middle of a 4 day work trip and on a 29 hour layover in Charlottetown when Carrie made the call and said it's time. A quick call to work and I was on the next direct flight back to Toronto and racing down the 401 hoping to arrive in time. I got lucky.

Carrie, Dava and I decided to camp out in Nancy's room at Lisaard House that night, we knew she was close. We hardly slept a wink as we listened to her breathing throughout the night. It was awful.

Surprisingly Nancy survived the night and it wasn't until we were resting in her room around 8 am that I noticed a change in her breathing. I sat at her bedside, listening and watching.

There were no final words of wisdom. No final dramatic gasp or stare. She simply didn't take that next breath and we sat there, not frozen but in no rush to move, holding her hands and arms for a number of minutes, reflecting on a life now ended.

A Doctor arrived just over an hour later to sign the paperwork. While we waited we overheard the Nurse completing an intake for another cancer sufferer waiting for a bed to open. Transportation to the funeral home arrived just over an hour after that and the amazing hospice staff arranged a procession from Nancy's room to the minivan that would transport her to Kipps Funeral Home in Paris. An indescribably powerful moment.

Nancy survived 6 weeks out of hospital and was never actually in any moderate pain, even when she passed. I've never cried so much in my life, yet I've never heard so much laughter in our home.

I miss you Nanc!

Ted (son-in-law)