No matter how many friends and relative we have and how much they love us, when we die, either in the hospital or at home, although they hold our hands or grasp our feet, we can’t take them with us. We have to proceed completely alone, like a hair taken out of the butter. Therefore, regardless of the size of our entourage, and the numbers of servants, relatives and friends we may have, at the time of death none of them can help. We will have to leave behind even our body that we have cherished so much and even our body at the end will deceive us. Only the mind, with grief and sadness, will have to proceed to the bardo. We then come to the conclusion that the only thing that matters is our Dharma practice.