A Hospice Transformation

death’s pain the grieving know all too well but I’ve another story to tell near the end of days my friends remained where their dignity was not defamed hospice visits may be sad for some but that’s not true for the dying one nurses and visitors brought them cheer as the white light was edging so near we held our tears and gave them our smiles when their life’s journeys had fewer miles the last farewell was finally said we carried our sorrows to our bed but the hospice offered another round volunteering – a chance to rebound people in hospice like to listen a smile sometimes, or tears that glisten stories of romance, life and heaven I’d read to them each night at seven so quickly I came to realize folks need escape, even in demise the thankful expressions they gave me made me feel like I’d won the Grand Prix later I would come to call again as Last Rites closed with the word “Amen” letting go is just a part of life but life’s end need not be filled with strife *Written April 11, 2014