Condolences for your loss, Spudrick.
I'm not religious in anyway, but having loved ones by your side is the most comforting thing I can think of.
My wife's mother passed two years ago, after a long battle with lung cancer.
She was adamant she wanted to die in her own home and had palliative care for the last few months. All her children were around, and at the moment she passed, the nurse called us all to be there, which is what she wanted. The only thing Patricia liked more than a good argument was a party.
Though anticipated and planned for, her passing was still a blow to all of us. I often didn't see eye to eye with her, though we never fell out as such. She was a fairy tale level granny to our children, for which they always cherish her.
Anyway, not supernatural in the least but after she had passed, and we were all in bits, the nurse, who was relatively new to Patricia's care, inquired if she should summon a priest.
We all, to a one, burst out laughing, much to her shock, before my wife managed to reassure her that her nice gesture was not necessary. Patrica was a near evangelical atheist. But it always tickled me to think that whatever conscious was fading in those and the preceding moments, departed to the sound of her loved ones' laughter.