The Visit

When I entered the room in the nursing home, there was a very elderly and frail woman lying in bed. She was being fed by a CNA, who talked to her nonstop. while she fed her.   It was my first assignment working as a Hospice Volunteer. I had come in the evening to sit for an hour. The room had family pictures on the wall; a smiling son, his wife and tiny granddaughter. Collections of other family members, all bearing a strong resemblance to the woman lying in bed.
The CNA had adjusted the woman’s clothing and bedclothes while I was there. I did not look, feeling that she deserved her privacy, especially with a stranger in the room. Before the CNA left she asked the woman lying in bed if she would like the TV or music, she whispered, music. Then The CNA left us alone. I chose from one of the CD’s Hospice had left on the dresser. The one I picked was a Christmas cd, and as it played, familiar and not so familiar tunes came on. I sat by her bed, and watched a face that tugged at my memory. I came to the realization; it was the same as my mom’s face the day or so before she died.
I am new at this, for was only the 3rd time I have seen a person between the light. I have read about the things that precede a human’s passing, and this all seemed and felt very familiar.
There was a quiet in the room, except for me. I began to sing with the CD that was playing, softly I am sure, but something compelled me to sing. I sang the whole weekend before my mom died, four years ago. Even when she was in a sleeplike state with her eyes closed(because people can still hear you even then)and she loved to hear me sing. She especially loved ” Crazy”, a song made famous by Patsy Cline. Then it was  “Jesus Loves me this I know,” like a mantra, over and over and over.
I don’t know if this stranger in the bed enjoyed my singing or not, but I think she enjoyed the music and I am so happy to know that I was there, even if only for a short while, before she left this earth. I heard from hospice this morning she died three hours after I had gone home
Although this experience left me a bit shaken, and brought back some memories of those sad times with my mom, I also feel a peacefulness and am so pleased that I had the opportunity to commune with the angels again.



  1. It is so sad that the poor dear died without her loved ones. The disciples fell asleep in the Garden of Getsemane. Jesus was alone in his hour of need. Even He was scared… I promised my daughter that I would never let her die alone. Volunteering for Hospice is so amazing. Thank you for sharing this story.

    • I hear what you are saying, everyone would like some comfort in their time of need.

  2. It was a great privilege to be present when my mother passed. If more people witnessed natural death and the dying firsthand I don’t think our culture would be so hung up about the whole process. It really sounds like you’re doing some noble work there, so keep on singing!

    • I so agree, and privilege is the right word. Thank you for your comment.

  3. I considered going into music therapy.

    • Hi Holistic Wayfarer and thanks for your comment. I have considered that too,maybe oneday 🙂

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