Grandma just a few days ago. Shushing me. There’s still a vital soul in there, despite the physical infirmity.

Me:  “Grandma, you know that you’re in the last days of your life, right?”

Grandma:  (Closes eyes and silently nods)

Me: “And how do you feel about that..?”

Grandma:  (pause) “There’s nothing I can do about it.” (followed by a slight smile)

Me: “Well, I want you to let me know if you need anything to make you more comfortable.  Anything at all.  I want you to feel safe and happy”

Grandma:  “You do a really good job”

Jesus…now I’m crying….