One of the most special moments of my life occurred in my mother’s room at a local nursing home just a couple of weeks before she passed away. As was the case several times a week, I stopped in to check on her. There, to my deep appreciation, was a hospice volunteer singing to her and reading to her from the Bible.
At that point, I’m not positive how much she was taking in, but the peaceful look on her face gave me so much peace in my own heart.
When the volunteer saw me, she said, “Can you wait outside for a few moments, I would like to do something.”
I stepped down the hall to visit with some other residents. Within about 15 minutes, I was called back to my mother’s room. When I stepped back into her room, tears welled up in my eyes.