Reunion

Reunion

Reunion Back to blog “My mom died when I was only four, and my dad didn’t have a choice. There were five of us kids living on the farm, and there was just no way he could take care of all of us.” Marilyn has told this story a few times, because I...
Laughter

Laughter

Laughter Back to blog It wasn’t going to be a routine visit. Everything else was routine – Buckley brushing and primping, a little pep talk, brushing jealous Cooper, donning the vest, and off we went. For the past couple months, our first visit of the day...
Never alone.

Never alone.

Never alone. Back to blog The most sacred honor for a hospice volunteer is to be called upon to provide a silent presence in place of family members when they have exhausted their energy holding vigil over their loved one during the final transition. In their absence,...
Max

Max

Max Back to blog It’s nearly 10:00 PM, and I have just completed the required paperwork for the visits Buckley and I did for the day. This always brings reflection. We were asked to come visit Max, a WWII vet. We had met him once before at a pinning ceremony...
Martha

Martha

Martha Back to blog I received the phone call from Susan, the Hospice Volunteer Coordinator, that a client’s family would like some respite care for their mother, Martha. Martha was actively dying, and it was important to her family that someone was with Martha every...
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