I agree with that. I sat with my mother while she breathed her last breath. In fact I still feel like crying when I think of it but I also regard it as one of the greatest gifts of love that a mother could give that, first, she waited till I could be with her and secondly that she was at enough at ease to die with me there. Lots more to the experience but I regard it as one if the greatest privileges of my life. My brother, fortunately, arranged the funeral.
