Our family had just experienced death in the hospital and we knew, if we had the opportunity, we wanted a different environment for my mom’s last few days. At Hospice our whole family was greeted kindly, and mom was moved into a comfortable bed with fluffy blankets and soft pillowcases. I felt for the first time in three weeks of terror, I was no longer my mom’s note taker, caregiver, personal assistant; I was her daughter.