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Never Tasted So Good. It was 5AM on Sunday, December 9, 2018. Three of us sat at the dining room table Mom had died about 8:30 PM the night before. It was a peaceful death. Our collective yawns indicated a night with very little sleep. The only coffee in the house was Yuban DeCaf. My sister went on a “rescue mission” to a nearby Starbucks ( there is always a Starbucks nearby) and returned with strong coffee and sweet rolls. As the three of us sat quietly, we shared what we had witnessed: “a life well -lived, a departure well-done”. Mom’s caregiver Lola was with us. She had lived with Mom for seven years and was like a sister. I shall always remember that morning: at the table, with breakfast, lingering over the memory of an ordinary person who was quite special.