In the second week of Advent, my aunt died. Her memorial service was yesterday. She was married to my father’s brother for more than 50 years and was every bit a full aunt to me. My cousin, her son, recently described her as "beautiful, funny, and elegant, as well as gracious and unfailingly kind.” I would add courageous and determined. I had the privilege of going with her to oncology appointments the last year and a half to be her second set of ears, to be her note taker. I watched her closely not only because she is someone I love, but because she is someone I admire and learn from. This is what I saw her do, continuously and without fail: Take the next step; do the next thing. I don’t mean in a getting-things-done sense or in a style of perpetual motion, but rather once her feet were on a path, there was no stalling, no wasting time. There was no lack of action or participation in life due to self-pity or hopelessness. With a full intention toward wellness, her orientation was always: This is my path and here is where I step next. Again and again. I learned from her until the end and am so grateful for how she lived her life.