Monday, November 9, 2015

Holding the "Quiet Space" as a Loved One Dies

"My grandmother was dying. This much I knew and was at peace with. She had lived a beautiful 86 years and was ready to go to heaven and see loved ones that had already passed on. My sister and I sat on the bed with her for many hours the last week of her life. I would rub her hands, wash her face with a warm cloth, sing to her, tell her some of my favorite memories and sometimes simply hold the quiet space as she slept."



Love Is Always the Answer

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