I just finished a book

"The Hope Chest"  by Viola Shipman.  It is both sad and uplifting.  It covers the last year in the life of a woman who is dying of ALS, but doesn't deal with any of the physical issues of the disease, but rather the relationships she has with her husband, and the woman who is hired to provide her basic care, as well as that woman's young daughter.  It's been a long time since I enjoyed a book this much, even as it made me cry and examine my own life.