This weekend was a weekend for healing and new beginnings. I thank God for healing me in a way that I was able to follow His will.
As a child, I felt like an outsider. As I reflect back, that feeling was there before my mom died. After my mom’s death, I moved to Texas. Not only did I feel like an outsider, I was was constantly reminded of the fact that I was an outsider .
Earlier this year, I lost my first hospice companion. I remember getting the email that she passed. While I knew that the day would come, I was devastated when it happened. I had been out of town and was looking forward to seeing her. I saw the email the day I was going to see her.
I was not confident in my relationship with her, the impact my support had on her children, nor was I confident in myself. Not realizing at the time that my baggage from my childhood was a barrier to understanding the importance of my role, I asked for permission from the hospice volunteer to attend the wake.
By the time I heard back, it was too late. However; I stopped by the wake and gave a special bouquet to each of her children. While she had been in the hospice, I gave her two cute little bears for each of her grandchildren.
When I walked into the chapel and presented her children with their bouquet, the appreciation I saw in their eyes caught me by surprise. I realized: they needed me there. My own baggage got in the way of fully carrying out my service.
I grew from the lessons I learned from my first hospice companion, and that growth allowed me to be in the present for my most recent companion, Patricia Clarke.
I thank God for the healing and resolution from some of my past. I am also thankful that because I was able to fully trust God, He was able to use me as a vehicle to help my recently deceased hospice companion’s family start the healing process. We were all blessed this weekend with comfort, love, legacy and new beginning. I am so thankful — even on a Monday!
Remember foot soldiers, gratitude improves attitude and increases blessing. GM everyone!