His only family was a sister that lived in Florida. I was working as a hospice volunteer and he’d been on my case load for about a year. Most days, he’d sit under the carport of the senior home on a metal bench with his walker, and bible, waiting till an orderly would gently bring him inside for meals. One of my last visits before he was confined to his bed, I pulled up in my Miata convertible, and said, “Carl how’d you like to go for a ride?” We strapped his walker on the back, and I had the honor of giving him the last car ride of his life, with his bible and huge smile. Be mindful today of shared moments.
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