This past week my wife, the chaplain, walked into a patient’s room at ECMC to discover him alone, dying. She held his hand and told him he would not die alone. In those next moments she watched his cardiac monitor display the signs of a failing heart, and then he was dead.
He did not die alone. We will never know if he knew she was there, but I know she was there.
My wife does so many things that I can’t possibly imagine doing myself.