I was care giver to a dear man who lost his wife 8 years ago. She was my close friend also.
My friend, had heart problems and one morning he didn't answer the phone. When I went to his house I found him on the floor and there was blood in three rooms, on furniture and walls. He had fallen and had broken his nose. He then had a heart attack and died. I was told to do CPR but it was too late. I was detained for four hours since it looked like a crime scene. It was a natural death.
I feel guilty I wasn't there when he died...his greatest fear was dying alone. The detective assured me he was gone the first time I called him on the phone.
I can't get that scene and those feelings out of my mind. Can't sleep, eat, am very depressed.