Molly did more than just take care of my dad. She showed caring and compassion for my entire family as well. During the last 24 hours of my dad's life there were a lot of people in his hospital room, and she never once made us feel like we were in her way. The first morning when we realized that my mom had skipped breakfast I asked Molly for some saltines for her. She brought me 1 pack, because that was all she could find, but assured me that she would request more. She overheard us talking about the bottle of water being warm, that we had gotten out of the vending machine, and without being asked brought a cup of ice for my mom to pour it over. I asked her so many questions about his medications, condition, and what to expect next that I felt like I was being a pest. She never made me feel that way though. She always patiently answered my questions and was honest with me. My youngest brother wanted to do communion with dad. When he asked Molly about how to go about doing that, she quickly grabbed another nurse, and they came in and made Dad comfortable and were able to get the oxygen positioned in a way that he could partake of the elements. When her shift was ending, she came in to tell us she was leaving, but that she would be back in the morning. She also asked us if we needed anything before she left. At this point permission had been given to my mom to spend the night with dad, and Molly told my mom to ask for help when she wants to sleep, and the nurses will get her anything she needs. When I came in the next morning Dad made it clear, to the doctor, that he wanted the mask off and he was ready to go. When I talked to Molly about it, she made it clear to me that, with medicine, he would be kept as comfortable as possible. Family arrived again and she was still very patient with all of us. Her and another nurse came into the room to give him something to make him comfortable, removed the mask, placed cannula oxygen, and quietly left the room to give us privacy in his last moments. At some point someone thought he should have more medicine to relax so I went out to talk to Molly about it. She said she would need to order something and wait on the doctor to respond. She also encouraged me to just talk to him and reassure him, and have my siblings do the same thing. I went back into the room and did that. It wasn't too many minutes after that when he passed. I went out to tell Molly, and she came in to check. She told us she was sorry and that we could take as much time as we needed and that no one would be rushing us out. We spent about an hour with him before we felt ready to truly let him go. Molly helped us contact the funeral home. She gave some of us hugs as we were leaving. I thanked her over and over for taking such good care of my dad, and for everything she did for my mom. I also thanked her for her patience in the last 24 hours for allowing us to gather in his room to say goodbye. Molly's only responsibility was to care for my dad, but she went above and beyond that in so many ways for our family. Without her care for all of us I don't think my dad's passing would have been as peaceful as it was.