I sat with a dying woman for a little while tonight.
She's ninety and I've visited with her several times since her third and fourth heart attacks in the past year.
Due to a meeting, I arrived very late, shortly after her family had left the hospice ward. She was surprisingly alert and laughed at a joke.
I prayed with her and asked her if she would like me to stay with her until she fell asleep. "If you wouldn't mind," she said.
Just the two of us, quietly alone together in the silence of the night.
It might be my favorite part of this life.