By natural means, how does one decide to let go….to die? A short time ago, my aunt gasped to say to me “I am not going to make it…too tired” I responded in a stilted voice “Let go love”. Now what? Does dementia, the inner soul, the lucid moment allow for some focus to be had to turn out the lights and say the party is over? Is she along for the ride, or does she have a say?