I will prefer to think of her falling pleasantly asleep, warm next to her beloved dog, and waking up in heaven.

From my Aunt Zsa, who died this December of Parkinsons and other illnesses, I learned ALWAYS tuck your cell phone in your pocket when you go outside, even just "for a minute" in bad weather. She lay for over and hour on ice outside her house one time a few years ago, as she had fallen and her arthritis made it impossible to get up, and her cell phone was ten feet away - inside on the kitchen table. She made me promise to always take mine, so even when I am just out shoveling, it is in my pocket (in a ziplock, so it doesn't get wet). By the following winter, by the way, Aunt Zsa had moved South to her daughter's house in Tennessee.