I went to the hospice and sat with his wife, keeping watch over the body. We both felt his presence in the room and sat in that sacred silence, sharing our tears. Later, we also shared more memories, laughter, and yet more tears.
Those hours felt like a great gift, not just in giving my time and presence but also in what I felt I was given -- an opportunity to play a meaningful role in the face of death. Not that I could make sense of it all--I don't have the faith that more religious folk do--but I felt I was joining in that universal human act of companionship and compassion to help make sense of our grief and pain and the chaos that can appear to be around us.
What ritual or ceremony have you take part in that has made you grateful that you were able to be a part of? What has it taught you, if anything? If you'd like, share below in the comments or privately in your journal or notebook.