As I think I've shared before, Daddy was in a VA home. I have four sisters and the five of us, plus our lovely young Hospice worker never left his side. We told stories of when we were young, and with five girls, there were plenty. We sang songs, spiritual and otherwise, played Dad's favorite song a lot, A Wonderful World, Louie Armstrong, and cried, laughed, hugged, shared, healed, and prayed. All together, almost like one person. This was including our Hospice worker. There were actually two of them, equally competent, yet we never knew till much, much, later, they were Mother and Daughter. HOW SPECIAL! My Mom was battling chemo at the time for breast cancer so it was even more difficult on some levels.

The thing about Hospice is they are there, yet when you don't want to know they ARE there, and WHY, they can seem invisible to the family. Yet, when you want to turn to them and cry out WHY! WHY! They are there immediately by your side. It is a gift. They have some sort of "built-in" sense for this job. I'm sure of it. It isn't a job to them, it is a heart's commitment. God has a special place for them in Heaven.