On a cold January afternoon, in 2002, I took my grandma to lunch and visit her cousin. When we got back to her house she wanted to show me a few things, so our visit ended with her showing me where she kept her important papers, in the process she reminded me I was her power of attorney and told me her wishes if anything were to happen to her. It seemed like a melancholy end to our visit, but I dutifully listened and noted her instructions, filing the information away for some later date. Two days later my dad called to tell me she was in the hospital, where she had been since the evening of our visit, and she didn’t remember how she got there. The remainder of her life was very brief, but that 20 minute conversation saved me untold stress by clearing uncertainty about handling her affairs and ensuring I carried out her last wishes.