Yesterday a friend I had not seen in along time knocked on my door. I was surprised to see him. He sat down and told my about a friend of his named Brad. Brad is dying in hospice, literally a five minute walk from my home. He told me how he had taken him under his wing when he met him and he was homeless. Brad also has a mild form of schizophrenia. He had lived for years by the river in Broad Ripple in a lean to, with a couple of tavern owners helping shelter him in winter and feed him. He has no family. Just a couple of good friends. Never been married. Never got to have children.
Brads lungs are failing and he is staying in a hospice that takes people who are indigent. It runs purely on donations. My friend ask me if I would be willing to visit Brad as my friend felt he can’t be there as much as he wants. He took me over to introduce me, thinking Brad would be awake as he was a couple of days ago. Brad had gotten sicker. He barely knew we were there but we spoke to him anyway.
My friend said he was going over in the evening last night and watch the baseball game with him, so I met him as well. The staff said Brad was transitioning (read close to death now) I sat by this man’s bed, not knowing him, I felt such love and compassion and I just held his hand. (at one point I had to excuse myself and go to restroom and cry and splash water on my face)
I stroked his forehead. I wore perfume so he could smell something lovely and my friend said it’s good for him to hear a woman’s voice. I was given a chance by God to help someone facing death and it humbled me. Inside I was very emotional. How vulnerable we are at birth and then at death. Brad never had a chance in life. Having severe mental illness, no spouse or children and then living a homeless life. I felt God must be taking him because he has suffered so and I’m so blessed to be asked to be with him at this time.
I woke up this morning, getting ready to go see him and broke into tears. We need to remember what is really important. Our healthy bodies our friends and family and looking out for those that can’t help themselves…. And if you know someone who is suffering go to them. Ask what you can do. We are all connected.
I’m blessed for this situation but I can’t keep Brad from dying but I can pray his passing is peaceful and full of love. I ask my friends to also say a prayer for Brad to pass peacefully.
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