I always felt I should have said more about how I felt about them, did more for them or did more with them. My youngest sister and I lived together, she had OCD and I have ADD so most of the time we balanced each other out. I did get to tell her I wish I had been a better sister and she said she wished she had been to. I held her hand till she took her last breath from 2pm until 10pm. At least I did that right. I was afraid to go to the rest room because I didn't want her to leave by herself. I don't know if she knew I was there at that point or not,but I played her favorite song to her from my phone about 3 times she past shortly after that. But I feel bad I didn't do more with her before she got so bad. She's the only one in my family I was with till the end. My Grandmother the only Grandparent I really knew past in 1978, Dad past in 1988 at 64, my Mom past 2006 at 84 so far she had lived longer then anyone in our family. Now I'am alone and its scary.