Flowers for the living

The air in Room 213 was thin and quiet, like the hush of a chapel after the last amen. The window was cracked just enough to let in the scent of late summer roses from the garden below. A soft breeze stirred the white curtains, whispering secrets from a world that seemed to move on… Continue reading Flowers for the living

A True Story

The evening sky gently squeezed the remaining light from the day. It was dark before 5 PM… The see-saw like temperatures landed on Winter and the restless wind rustled the remaining leaves from their hiding places. The once brightly colored fall leaves from our Maple tree are now racing each other across the freshly fallen… Continue reading A True Story

VNA – Hospice training

Memories from 35 years ago:I was floating in a dark void. My senses shut down. My awareness of my surrounding disconnected… Then someone used ammonia smelling salts that triggered a reflex to breathe deeply, in and out, even in an unconscious state. I started hearing voices. Jim are you okay. Did you hit your head… Continue reading VNA – Hospice training

Quinn’s Healing Touch

In the quiet corridors of a local Community Hospital, a golden retriever therapy dog, moved softly over the worn linoleum floors. His fur was a warm cascade of sun-kissed gold, and his eyes held a gentle wisdom that seemed to reach beyond the physical world. Quinn was gifted with an innate ability to sense pain,… Continue reading Quinn’s Healing Touch

Abby

In the quiet corners where memories live, where the veil between this world and the next is gossamer-thin, there exists a tale of a golden retriever. Her fur was spun from the sun’s own rays, a lustrous cascade of honeyed waves that danced with every step. Her brown eyes, deep pools of warmth, held the… Continue reading Abby

Therapy dog work on a rainy Sunday afternoon

In the quietude of the hospital waiting room, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. A deliberate invitation to the spiritual currents that swirled around me. The air thickened with sorrow—a collective grief that transcended mere mortal boundaries. These were souls caught in limbo, suspended between realms, their ethereal forms clinging to the… Continue reading Therapy dog work on a rainy Sunday afternoon

Happy Fourth of July

We are called to be guardians of these ideals –In the warm embrace of a Philadelphia summer, the air was thick with anticipation and the scent of parchment and ink. The year was 1776, and a document that would change the world lay on a modest wooden table, its words declaring the birth of a… Continue reading Happy Fourth of July

Abby, the Chemo Dog

A story of love, survival, and a promise kept. Most of the time, dogs die before humans. But before they do… they live. They live bravely, boldly, and with a joy that makes even the quietest house feel alive. They protect without condition, love without hesitation, and forgive without remembering why they should. Their days… Continue reading Abby, the Chemo Dog