When my father was dying of congestive heart failure three years ago, I visited him every day in hospital for 5 months, despite taking three Seminary courses. I led him to Christ, read him the Bible and talked with him about it, and sang hymns for him. I was with him when he went to be with the Lord. I consider it an honour that God allowed for me to be in the same city, and walk with him on his journey to reconciliation with God.
My mother is 85 now, frail with increasing dementia and mental illnesses. She relies on me and my husband for a variety of small home repairs, including changing light bulbs. I wish I could do more, I phone her several times a week, arranged to get her into assisted living, although she refused to go. I've been trying to get her maid service, including staying with her when they come, but it is a no go so far. Sometimes it is harder to walk with the living than the dying.
I had a rough childhood, but I took seriously the Biblical injunction to honour my parents. I'm not sure if my life will be any longer, but I feel making the extra effort has been important on my spiritual path.