Ah, Susan, I remember my Dad's Last Good Day--we were hunting in the High Uintas, in Wyoming. Were having a wonderful day just being out in the beautiful country. Suddenly, Dad had an Oxygen deprivation Panic Attack. It was another 4 years before he was allowed to leave us.....and my Mom's last Good Day was the day before he died. She had to live another 101/2 years with out him, and was sad/angry/unhappy EVERY DAMN DAY of those 10 years, because he had the GALL to leave her behind. She never let any of us forget it, either.
Make peace, my friends, make peace with whatever you need to. Someday, you and yours will be very glad you did.

chanteyranger, my heart is with you at this difficult time, as you know.