When my mother was placed on hospice care, my brother told me it was time to come say goodbye. Facing the mortality of a parent, regardless of your age, is hard. So, this moment is emotionally fraught. Walking into the hospital and this wing was unexpected. It was calm and quiet. I was introduced to Shelly, my mom’s night nurse. I immediately started to cry. Shelly was our beloved sister’s name. She passed 5 years ago, in her fifties, from cancer. It wrecked Mom. So, it is quite fitting that the nurse helping to make her last few days as calm and pain-free as possible shared the same name as my sister. Shelly has proven to live up to my sister’s name. She is kind and compassionate. She has that “thing” that tells you you are in good hands. It is not one specific thing, but rather a way of being. Her medical skills are matched only by her personal skills.