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Bristol looking out the windowWhat a Beautiful Day to Go Home

by Basil O. Bristow, 11th Hour Volunteer

Friday afternoon I received a call from the Hospice Volunteer Center; a client was dying and 11th Hour teams were needed. I was able to cover the 6-10 a.m. time frame on Saturday at a local Assisted Living home.

When I arrived,the patient, whom I’ll call Mary, was comatose but, in my normal voice, I introduced myself. Her breathing was fast and raspy and her unfocused eyes, although blinking occasionally, were half closed and gazed towards the ceiling. I lowered my voice and continued to speak what I thought were comforting words. About an hour later her breathing changed dramatically to a slow, shallow non-rhythmic beat. Suddenly her eyes shifted, and fully focused, she looked directly at me, and I held her hand and continued speaking both silently and softly to her.

About 8:15 a.m. I opened the drapes that were covering her window and discovered that it was a beautiful day – blue sky, no clouds and a gentle breeze that moved the bushes and trees that could be seen from her room.

I told Mary what a beautiful day it was and described what I was looking at. I softly suggested that it was a beautiful day to go home.

Shortly thereafter Mary’s breathing changed again – many long intervals between breaths, still holding her hand I quietly suggested that all was well and that she had nothing to fear.

At 8:45 a.m. Mary took her last breath. I called for the staff and they took over.

A full hour before my shift was due to be relieved I left the facility and went home to breakfast. Saturday is normally my responsibility to take care of household chores. On this Saturday I did nothing. I simply went out into my garden, sat on my bench, listened to the water gurgling in the fountain and looked at that blue sky. I heard myself saying – “What a beautiful day to go home!” All day I kept saying that.

As I looked at the cloudless, wall-to-wall sun shine sky, I thanked God for allowing me the privilege of helping Mary to go home. I mused, I pondered no great thoughts; I simply totally relaxed in a kind of mini-vacation.

I realize that we all have different abilities and being an 11th hour volunteer is not for everyone. But, for me, I gain far more insight into life than simply sitting with a dying patient for a four hour shift – helping people to go home; especially on a beautiful day, is indeed a privilege.



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