Article contentBut what I also recall clearly of those last days with my father, not long after he and Mom had returned to Newfoundland following 50 years in the States — a half century precipitated by a decision of Dad’s employer to transfer him to the U.S. — was the magnificent care accorded him and our family by the palliative care doctor and her staff whose round the clock shifts were dominated by glorious empathy and a palpable sense that their difficult work was a calling, and the attention they paid to their patients’ needs, including my Dad’s, were anything but perfunctory.