Last night my dreams took me back years to when I was a
hospice volunteer and would sit for hours with young men that were dying of HIV/AIDS. The hardest cases where those who had lost
the love and support of their families, and I was their only visitor. For many, I became the last listener of their
stories, moments of joy, sadness, and their struggle to understand why life was
ending. Some evenings after my shift, I’d
sit in the waiting room and pretend I was waiting for their families, and only leave
when my numbness had quieted. Other
evenings I’d stay and hold their hands and only leave when I felt the rhythm of
life return. Last night my dreams took
me back years to when I was a hospice volunteer and I was honored as the last
listener of life stories. Gifts from the
heart. Today be open to receive gifts
from the heart.
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