The wife takes care of hospice patients. They are very old, and very well to do. Their families pay well to have their parent taken care of, so they don't have to.
Please excuse my cynicism.
Today, her lady, in the final stages of dying, lay there in her bed, on pain meds that would kill you or I, and slept.
She awoke, her parchment thin eyelids fluttering, looked at the wife, and whispered "When I get Home, I'd love to see Annie..."
The wife touched her hand, and the old woman startled. Then, in her weakness, she lightly touched the wife's hand, like a dried leaf, fluttering down, and said "It's all right...I have all I'd ever want..."
The wife said to her "You want to see Annie and Bob..." The old woman processed that, and responded "Yes, I'll see their faces..."
Then she slipped back into her slumber, a contented look on her face.
Annie is her sister, and Bob is the dying woman's husband, the only man she'd ever loved. Who both preceded her into mystery several years ago. Soon, she goes to meet them.