Jill McClennen was largely raised by her grandmother in a New Jersey house filled with ritual and care. Years later she and her husband move back into the attic to help as Grandmom declines; nightly talks during Jill’s pregnancy, hospice signs, and final conversations become part of an extended goodbye. After Grandmom dies, grief ambushes Jill in familiar spaces—the kitchen, the mirror—but sorting belongings and noticing her body’s signals teach her to feel rather than resist. She embraces simple movement, journaling, and support, concluding that we don’t “move on”; we carry love differently—and her path turns toward end-of-life and grief work.