I visited my landlady every week and listened to her tell stories about growing up 90 years ago in the house I live in. I made double portions of dinners and brought half to her. She made me cookies from her mom’s recipes. I called her kids when she seemed disoriented and I stayed in the hospital all night with her when they weren’t sure she would make it till morning. I stayed with her when they brought her back to her house so she could look at her garden a last time and I held her hand while she passed.