A Visit to Hospice.
Dear Uncle. I went to visit you in hospice center yesterday. It isn’t the first time I have been there. Each time, I wonder how I will find you. Will you be awake? Will you still be there? You look so small laying there, not like the farmer I knew who would tackle any job no matter how large. When I first arrived, as I quietly entered your room, I discovered that your roommate was out. You were laying there, and my first thought was that you had passed. Then I heard you inhale. You were just asleep. On one hand, I am relieved that you are still with us. On the other hand, I wish that your pain was over. As I went to sit in a chair, I figured you would wake eventually, and then we could visit. A nurse came in, making a ruckus and waking you.