This morning I went into work after being off and found I would be caring for a patient who had just become care and comfort. He suffered for a long time with cancer and very slowly deteriorated at our hospital. His son and daughter were with him most of the day and around 1 I went in with another nursing assistant to change him, turn him and give mouth care. The daughter went for a walk and the son waited outside. His breathing had been labored and rapid throughout the day despite a morphine drip, and as we turned the patient the nursing assistant began humming "Eagle's Wings" to him. I joined in singing and just as we finished the comfort rounds his breathing changed dramatically, as if he finally relaxed, and I had a gut feeling he was about to pass away. I ran out to his son and told him to please come back because I didn't think it would be much longer. This was a surprise to him because he had just become comfort measures. Just as the son reached the bedside he took his last breath and passed away. I cannot stop thinking about this. I've cared for many end-of-life patients but this experience touched me so deeply. I've never had that gut feeling before, and I'm so glad that his son made it to the bedside just in time because he really wanted to be there for his dad in his last moments. I feel so humbled and grateful.