My wife's mother, Patty, died from complications of multiple sclerosis in our home while on Sutter Care at Home hospice in 2007 at the age of 82. For most of her adult life she was best friends with Jean. They played golf and bridge together, went dancing and to dinner, and were fast friends. Then, about 5 years before Patty died, they had a falling out. They had not spoken since. No one, not her adult children nor her other friends, ever knew why, but everyone thought it had to have been something large to break such a strong and continuous bond. As Patty moved closer to death, but before she became unaware of her surroundings, her son, Rod, asked her if she would like to speak with Jean, who lived in a different region of the country. Patty said "yes," the first step in a process of repairing a fractured friendship. Rod called Jean, who confirmed she would like to speak again with Patty. There were many tears as Patty spoke on the telephone to Jean for the first time in 5 years. Other conversations followed before Patty's death, which came peacefully with her adult children, son-in-law and grandchildren at her side. The broken friendship Patty had with Jean had been an unresolved emotional black hole for her, and it was finally resolved before she died.