Hazel mentioned it first, in her own way, when she said, I will miss this later—the gathering and waiting...We were sitting with Marmee, my grandmother fighting for each breath just feet away. I thought, I wonder if people would think that’s a strange thing to say. After all, we are waiting for Marmee to take her last breath. And when the waiting is over and she goes Home to Jesus, we will go back to our lives and continue without her. Hazel must have had a similar thought because she tried to explain herself, but I knew exactly what she meant—she cherished that sacred time of holding space for Marmee, all together, taking turns, gathering and praying and singing hymns and reading Scripture. And I did, too. The weeks leading to Marmee’s death were some of the most beautiful in my life, and I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by how God’s Grace met us around every corner.