by Stuart Stofferahn | May 30, 2016 | Visits
Tribe Back to blog When Buckley and I first began our weekly visits, Buckley cringed at some of the mistakes I made – either with the questions I would ask, or by the signs I would miss. “Do you have any visitors coming to see you tomorrow for...
by Stuart Stofferahn | May 23, 2016 | Visits
Learning to dance Back to blog Somehow, we started talking about dancing. I recounted how my brother and I were not given a choice in the matter. “When I was in junior high, my folks told me that it was time I learned how to dance.” And that was that. So...
by Stuart Stofferahn | Apr 18, 2016 | Visits
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...
by Stuart Stofferahn | Mar 25, 2016 | Visits
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...
by Stuart Stofferahn | Mar 18, 2016 | Visits
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,...
by Stuart Stofferahn | Feb 15, 2016 | Visits
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...
