Updated: Apr 15, 2020
You haven’t truly experienced the beauty of Autumn until you’ve seen it through the eyes of a dying man.
I inevitably cultivate friendships with some of the residents I visit with during my weekly volunteer shift at the a local hospice. There is a specific man with whom I have grown quite close who, for the sake of discretion, we will call Sage.
On days when the sky is clear and Sage has the energy to get out of bed we take our conversations of life and death out on a walk. On this particular afternoon, he hadn’t been out of bed for over a week and was delighted at the prospect of not only having a day of minimal pain, but also a favored companion to escort him out into the Autumn air.
The hospice is nestled up against a residential neighborhood, and in the Pacific Northw