Lent at the Hospice
Mar 14, 2022 2 Comments
The beauty of the late-winter snow on the trees make it look like Christmas all over again. We are past the bad news. From “I love yous” to “where is the lily I brought her yesterday?” to “I should have put in my dentures” to “what did she eat?”. It is all unhurried, time to care for what appears to be the “little things”. Only time for acceptance and peace and reconciliations. Saw a bible beside Anna’s bed. Wanted to ask her what her favourite passage was. But she was asleep. I need to learn to read the signs of one who reaches out wordlessly. “How do you feel about being here?” I asked him. “We all have to die.” said Jim. Thank God for their family and friends and their “I love yous .”
Peter BissonPosted at 09:34h, 14 March
Thank you Grace!
Darcy MannPosted at 11:05h, 14 March
That’s exactly what I thought. Driving home Friday afternoon in the snow storm, and looking at all the beautiful white trees, I thought, WOW, this really feels just like Christmas eve, all over again… My mood immediately changed for the better.