For more times than I care to count in the past six months, my beloved Aunt Mary was knocking at heaven’s door. But she refused to enter because she never lost hope that somehow, some way, she would get better. It wasn’t just wishful thinking. Mary expected to rally. That’s who she was. Her unwavering strength of mind, body and soul was one for the books. She was the embodiment of that rare person who never gives up – no matter what. Even after falling last year, struggling through painful physical therapy and so many unrelated complications, she fought to win. Last Sunday, Aunt Mary entered hospice care near her home…