Her name was Mrs. Gibson, and as soon as I pulled into the driveway, her daughter Alecia ran out to the car and tugged on my arm. “She’s in such horrible pain! Hurry! Hurry!” I let her pull me into the house, which was filled with frightened people, all milling … Read More
She was just an old woman, who lived alone. She used a cane to hobble to the door, or to make her lunch in the kitchen. But, this story she told me one day – in just the most matter of fact way – made my jaw drop in astonishment. … Read More
I saw Mr. Williams a number of times during the course of his care in hospice. The first one was a fairly routine visit to go over his cardiac medications, and make sure all of his questions were answered, since he lived alone with a small, short-haired brown Chihuahua by … Read More