Hospice = the hotel at the end of the road.
When you’re so tired you can’t move anymore; when the pain is pervasive, persistent and you just want it to end; when the journey had stopped being fun too long ago, and all you want a quite place to rest and to let it all go. 
It’s the hotel at the end of the road. Not 5 stars, no gourmet chefs, we trade that for nutritionally balanced meals. If only she were eating. No masseuses to help you relax, not a spa. But care workers with hot towels baths, and powdered dry shampoo. But it looks very nice, and on their website all the people are smiling – even the ones that are not long for this world. If only! But I am sure it’s the best place to be now. “Home” couldn’t cut it any longer. One old person looking after another – it’s a disaster in the making. Intellectually I know this. Emotionally it is very different.
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