Joys of Being a Hospice Patient Volunteer

Written by on December 15, 2013 in Blog with 0 Comments

I just got a call from the widow of one of my former hospice patients.   The patient was a marine, Randy, a veteran of the Korean war.  He died of complications from breathing Agent Orange.   When I first visited him he was still able to get around.  One of the things we did was build a wood treasure chest in which his grandson could lock up his treasures.  We painted it blue.  I still have the jeans on which I wasted some blue paint.  I remember Randy every time I put them on.

The last thing we did was read BRUTE, a wonderful biography about a famous marine general, Victor Krulak, who deserved to be Marine Commandant.  But President Johnson refused.  Why?  Because Brute (his nick name)  told Johnson to his face that the Korean war was a mistake, and that he (Johnson) wasn’t getting the truth from his generals and admirals about the war.

Back to my  point.  His widow called to tell me she just wanted to touch base.  It was Christmas.   she added  that her grandson still treasures the treasure chest.

Being able to touch peoples lives — Randy, his widow, the grandson — makes being a hospice volunteer so worth while.   And most of all, the surprise  phone call, more than a year later.

Bill

 

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