When my mother was dying in hospice, my husband of 30+ years flew with me to her, sat with me by her bedside, and held her hand. The first few days she knew us, and asked for things like a lemon ice, a root beer float, special lotion, etc. He got those things for her, even though she only was only able to lick the spoon. As things progressed, she'd ask for her sons who were not there, and he squeezed her hand and said, "Yes, Mom, it's ____. I'm here." He was whomever she needed. 

That is the wonderful man I married--taking care of his family unselfishly and quietly. He's not a talker or emotional, but an engineer who gets things done and sees the job through. This is what happens when you pick wisely. Best decision I ever made was to marry this man, and I continue to treat him very, very kindly. 

Kim