Having been the one to sit with hospice patients whose families couldn’t stand to be there or could only come and go for short periods of time… holding that precious hand when they took their final breaths…it was one of the most beautiful, precious gifts I’ve ever been given.
To be there when my mom’s body finally let go. So peaceful and quiet and soft. Such of a gift that my children and Dad were there as well.
But the first one was my mother-in-law…her death was anything ~But peaceful, or quiet…it was painful and she fought death to the very bitter end. It was so awful to watch. Her whole family was there, but I was the only one who stayed the whole time and never let go of her hand. We didn’t have the best relationship, but I remember thinking….this is exactly where I’m needed .. exactly where I must stay. I think she had made her peace with God, but I prayed fervently over her, for hours and hours. Prayed with each family member, and sang and told stories. It was the first time I remember speaking my faith out loud to people who were not believers. She held my hand so tight.
Cora Weigand
