My aunt died in 2005 of cancer. It only took 9 months to take her life away. My family and I watched her as a healthy, happy 40-year old mother, wife, daughter, and aunt to practically nothing at all. She laid in a hospice bed for a few weeks. And the last 3 days of her life, she slept peacefully until she took her last breath. I remember getting the phone call, not even 10 minutes of her death. I drove there to see her. She was still warm. She still looked like she was sleeping. Within a hour or so of her death, she became very cold and very white. I miss her so much. She kept the family together. Since then, it's never been the same. It's been over 4 years and not a day goes by that I don't think of her. It's still hard but we're all still coping.