My wife Mary and I were asked to accompany a ninety-five year old woman on her last journey in life. We were not related to her by blood, but Mary was her daughter-in-law for twenty eight years, before divorce separated them. Everyone in the family called this woman Nanny, and she was a tiny whirl of intellect and activity. She began to lose her mind in the end, slowly, and was no longer safe in her own home. It was odd, and a bit complicated, but she asked if we would be willing to move into her home and hold her while she made this final transition. To anyone outside our inner world, we...