I Want to Talk About Religion Peacefully
I was called to visit someone on their death bed the other day. It is only a matter of days before the dearly beloved is leaving this mortal coil. The dying person is wandering in and out of lucidity. I sat on a chair at the foot of the bed as the daughter talked to her mom. It was time to leave as Mom drifted off to sleep. I moved to the side of the bed and touched the mother's hand. To my complete surprise mom grabbed my hand with surprising strength and looked me in the eye. "Please Save Me" was her repeated plea.