Grandma died this morning. She seemed to relax and was quieter through the rest of the night until early morning. I think the morphine helped her through. She started to make more noises around 6:00 a.m.; at one moment she made a face like she was wincing in pain. I called hospice around 7:00 and asked if a nurse could come to the house. When I hung up the phone Grandma made a loud gurgling noise. I went and sat by her and watched her take her last few breaths. I was glad to be by her side and glad to love her.