Seriously. My father has been the care giver for a friend of his, Steve, who is dying of cancer. Due to too long a story to tell, Steve is sleeping on my couch tonight. He has pooped himself, and won’t allow me to help. And I don’t know what I can do anyway. I can’t carry him to the bathroom. Unless my dad dies in an accident, he’s going to die in a hospital. I am good at a lot of thing. Caring for someone who is about to die is not one of them. I am good at the being present part, but there is a lot more involved than being present.