I don't know if this will help at all but I'd like to share something with loved ones who are grieving:

I suffered some drug overdoses a few years ago during a tough period.

Two were severe, and one I nearly died in an ambulance.

Paramedics found me alone.

I was alone in confusing desperate moments in the ambulance and ER. I was aware in semi-conscious moments fading in and out, that I was dying.

In both cases I reached for the comfort of a hand, or a pair of eyes.

A police officer held my hand.

And a nurse.

A hand - even a gloved hand - made me feel comfort. Eyes. Their voices.

Comforting tones and words.

I didn't feel alone. I felt human love.

If a health worker was at their side, trust me, they didn't die alone.

(Fin)