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. »
I laughed.
« Is it that obvious? »