When my husband lay dying, he was unconscious much of the last two weeks, but at times he would be awake and lucid and we would talk. On one occasion he said that he didn't want to leave me - he was worried about me. I tried to reassure him by telling him that I would be okey. The children would take care of me if I needed anything. "No, no", he said impatiently, " I'm worried about your driving". I confess that I just had to laugh. Yes, I was crying too, but I still laugh to think about it. He never did get used to being the passenger and always thought I was driving off the side of the road. Obviously a fear he carried with him right until the end. The memory softens the horror of those last days.