I didn't expect anything uplifting to happen at the end of my father's life. But Emily lifted us up when we needed it most. In mid-March, my vigorous 89 year old father was out for a walk near his home in Arizona. We don't know what happened, but passers-by found him on the ground, he was resuscitated and placed on a ventilator. Despite the emerging pandemic, my sister and I traveled to be with him. Then the rules changed. We couldn't see him, hold him, or touch him. We didn't want Dad to die alone. And he didn't have to. His ICU nurse Emily set up a Zoom. We could see Dad, decisions were made, all dad's children and grandchildren were able to say goodbye from a safe distance. Emily held his hand, stroked his shoulder and his hairline. She was with him, she represented all of us. We said goodbye, tubes were pulled, dad took his last breath, we cried. Emily did what we couldn't: She laid her body across his and wept together with us. That was an uplifting experience. Without Emily, Dad would have died alone.