S USUAL, I REPORTED to work early to waken residents
on my unit and get them dressed for the day. A co-worker told me
that Elizie, a CHRISTUS St. Josephs Home resident I had cared
for before, was doing poorly and expected to die soon. I feared
being around people in that condition, and at first, refused to
go and see her. As I walked away, a soft and comforting voice said
to me, “Go to her. You are my child. She needs you and this
is your calling.”
I glanced around and the halls were empty. I smiled
and said, “Yes, Father.”
I
walked to Elizies room and greeted her. Then I told her that
I would return shortly to read to her. She nodded her head. I felt
better already after stopping in to see her.
I completed my work that day, and then told my supervisors
and co-workers where they could find me if they needed me. I went
to Elizies room once again. I searched for a Bible, but couldnt
find one, so I went to ask Sister Elisabeth for one. I quickly returned
to Elizies room and began reading Bible scriptures. She seemed
relaxed and smiled. It was as though she could actually visualize
what I was reading about.
I held Elizies hand and talked to her as though
nothing were wrong. Later, I heard a voice saying, “Well done,
my child.” When it was time to transfer Elizie to the hospital,
I stayed with her until the attendants came to pick her up. “Goodbye,”
I said, and she nodded at me. Later that day, she passed away.
I felt sad, but relieved for her. Then, the next
day, I heard the same voice reminding me that my job wasnt
over. My supervisor and I decided to attend the funeral, and I was
glad we did. Elizie looked peaceful. I felt happy knowing I played
a small part in her life. I was relieved I had gotten over my fears
and visited her in the final days of her life.
Elizies family thanked me for all I had done
for her and gave me a hug. Then, I heard the strange voice say to
me, “Well done. Elizie said thank you and you dont
have to be afraid anymore.”
Emma Jean Thomas
CHRISTUS St. Josephs Home
Monroe, Louisiana
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