It’s the middle of the night. We awake from a solid sleep to the sound of the loud ringtone of our cell phone. Phone calls in the night are rarely a good thing. This call is no different. A family member is dead and life will never be the same. The phone message starts the spiral of grief. As we mechanically move to get ourselves dressed and out the door, our brains are in a fog. We put the car in drive and speed through the night on autopilot to get to our dear ones. The scene we encounter at the care home is both heart wrenching and peaceful. Our…