They did a great job with my Mom's passing. My Dad was another story. We were told to give him a certain amount of Morphine, so we did. We had a helluva night. He was restless, kept trying to get up and run away. I broke my heart because I kept having to restrain him. We finally called the caregivers early the next morning. Through no fault of her own she had trouble finding the place. That day was so foggy I think London would have been proud. Once sh got there and saw what was happening, she asked us why we didn't call them. We didn't know we should've. But she was great! She ran my Mom and me off, and in ten minutes he was resting comfortably. She told us we could have upped the morphine dose. We didn't know that either. I suppose all of that should have been explained to us somewhere along the way. Maybe they told my Mom and it didn't take. Other than that they were good. read more