As a Hospice volunteer working with death and dying, my life has been greatly enriched through my interactions with my patients and their families. It is an honor and privilege to serve people in the final days of their lives. So many of them openly share life stories, their spiritual beliefs and/or end-of-life spiritual questions, their fears about their illness and the dying process, their love and hopes for their families, and sometimes, their regrets in life. For some it is a time of profound healing. I always feel blessed when they trust me enough to share their most intimate thoughts.
A recent patient with whom I had shared a great deal of time during the final four months of his life, touched my life deeply. This frail man of eighty-six, who was suffering from the advanced stages of Parkinson’s disease, diabetes, and a heart condition, told me wonderful stories of his life and openly expressed his deep love for his family and friends. His profound love and respect of nature, and his understanding of his connection with of all of it, was evident in both his words and his activist work with environmental organizations. His life was one dedicated to teaching and reaching out to those less fortunate than himself. Although it took great effort and concentration for him to speak, he always articulated his conversations with me in a remarkably lucid, logical, and interesting manner. He spoke with a skillful balance of directness, humor, and wisdom. The courage he demonstrated in dealing with the great pain and debilitating effects of his illness, and facing the inevitability of his death, was an inspiration to me and taught me a great deal about living life to its fullest. The following poem was written in memory of Merile; a talented artist, educator, intellectual, husband, father, and friend.
FRIENDSHIP AT DAY'S END
Your hand shaking meets mine
Across the table of your life
Your smile greets me like an old friend
But your eyes ask questions
As direct as the words you struggle to speak
Questions for the stranger
Who in his helping must earn your trust
Be worthy of the thoughts that may fall
Upon your mind at times
Your hopes and dreams
Your pain or sorrow
The treasures of your intellect
And all that a stranger like me
May – by chance discover
Tired but satisfied
Your trembling hand takes mine again
And with your walker you rattle softly
Down the hall to your rest
Leaving me behind in the comfort
Of your wit and your humor
And that warm smile that lingered
Long after you left the room
At once you become
An immortal element of blue in the sky
An ever flowing rich river
An intellect and mind sharp with contradiction
To both age and affliction
I know who you are
And know well the moment
You became an unforgettable meaning
Now you are not at hand
But thoughts of you fill my heart
With gratitude and affection
For each moment I had the privilege
Of breathing with you
Became lessons for me
On how to live
And how to die
All around me the daily sessions
Of light and dark move on without you
But the rhythms and images
Of your soul’s ritual remain to remind me
That our so short friendship
Was full enough to fill life times
In the shadow of your wisdom and charm
In a world made more beautiful
By the colors and textures
Of your creative mind and able hands
In your example
Of how to live and love deeply
By the courage and grace
That became your final work of art
I know you understood and lived life – completely

2 comments:
Lovely poem. It sounds like he was a wonderful person.
The last corridor of life is the most difficult to pass through.
How wonderful that you are there to escort them through this lonely path. How wonderful of you to add a certain measure of respect and dignity into their daily regime allowing them, in their final days, to feel needed.
Bless You! Marc :)
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