And then today…
I talked with a resident who said that he is tired of being sick and welcomes death.
I asked him what part his faith played in his readiness. He said, “None”. At that juncture of the conversation, I didn’t know what to say so I keep my mouth shut.
Pregnant seconds passed and I added that maybe we could talk more in the days to come. In a matter of fact voice he said, “It is not necessary.”
More quiet. For the first time this day, I noticed the subtle, ambient noise of the facility.
And in the answer of the resident who welcomes death with little evidence of fear for lack of interest in faith, and the faint uneasiness deep in my middle with that answer, I for the first time today felt totally refreshed.
This is what happened to me today.