So one by one, for this last seven years I sat by the beds of some 2,000+ people now dead. I lived life with them for a while. Their families laughed and loved, cried, argued and prayed. Their time was God’s own gift to me during those years with my dear hospice team. From my team, I listened and learned about mental health, medicine, grief and death. I grew into a life lived to serve others, lending whatever gifts we possess to them in faith and with love.
Among other gifts, God gave me these two: an ear and a tongue. A good number of of those terminally ill folks and their families found some help with me. Together we stopped dying a little more each day and started living them each once again, breath by breath to the last. Some even lived longer than that. Much longer: Forever in Christ.
I’m not much of a guitarist, but I’ve got a steady heart beat. I play by ear. I listen by eye. And here lately, sometimes my fingers sing words to sustain weary souls.