My Dad was in palliative care and there wasn't a period of any more than 10 minutes where there wasn't interruption. I'm glad he had constant care but it was almost quite literally constant.

As son and father in an end of life situation there was no gap to contemplate or allow us to connect it was drugs injection, food, check if he ate, back again, pick up tray, more drugs, check on his breathing, bathroom break (needed assistance).

Dad was probably OK with it but we never had a chance to just have a moment and possibly say something we never would have. He died at 8:40pm on my birthday of all days as I sat next to him.