The Last Fifteen Minutes

A post I wrote in April reminded me of something that happened during David’s last moments. This is hard but I have to say it … for the one person it may help.

The article is about a program at Fallbrook High School in California called “Every 15 Minutes” to encourage kids to make smart choices. A head-on collision is staged to represent the fact that every fifteen minutes someone dies on our highways.

The teens write goodbye letters to their friends who didn’t survive; one last chance to say what is in their hearts.

What if you could see someone you love at the end? Tell them face to face how you feel?

After David was settled at Hospice House I called the family so they could come and say goodbye. It was sad yet beautiful because the setting is warm, caring and peaceful.

This wonderful man was aware that we were with him, could hear us pour out words of comfort and love, most of all was at peace as each of us told him that it was okay to go.

At the end of the day, we gathered with the Chaplain around David’s bed. She talked about his life and led us in prayer. Only someone was missing.

There had been an estrangement with a family member; it was a struggle but I called and said to come right away. By the time they arrived it was too late…

David was gone.


May Your Glass Always Be Half Full

About Maxi

Hi … I'm Maxi, a retiree with an addiction. I have quit: raising kids, cleaning house, cooking, doing laundry—there is no end the list—everything is done on "have to." The addiction? Writing to my last breath. blessings ~ maxi
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