I started volunteering at a local hospice a few years ago because I thought I was good at sitting quietly with people. I learned pretty quickly that I wasn’t. Silence in a hospice is different. It has weight. SHE WAS SEVENTY, SHARP AS A TACK, AND SOMEHOW MANAGED TO MAKE EVERY NURSE ON THE FLOOR LAUGH. Then I met Eleanor. She was seventy, sharp as a tack, and somehow managed to make every nurse on the floor laugh. The first time I walked into her room, she looked at my volunteer badge and said, “So they sent me the rookie.”… ….What happened next changed everything… FULL STORY on the next page. TAP ” CONTINUE READING. ” 👇.
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