He knew the time was close and asked me to stay with him. I sat and held his hand, as he talked through the dark night.
He told me stories from a life well lived, filled with much experience. At dawn, as he finally closed his eyes, he whispered, “I see it all now. I understand.”
Looking upon his now still and peaceful face, I knew that he did.
~McGuffy Ann Morris
When I worked and volunteered at the Catholic Retirement Home, I did this many times. Sometimes, I was asked to sit with the residents. Sometimes, they could not ask. Then, I did it because I felt they needed someone. It was always an honour and a privilege.