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I took her face in my hands

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I took her face in my hands

About five years ago I volunteered for another organization. I remember it was February and we had a snow storm. I looked outside and decided it was going to be difficult to drive so I hopped on the bus. When I got there instead of my “client” being up in her chair waiting for me she was in bed sleeping. The nurse came by and said she was not doing too well. I sat for a couple of hours but she did not wake up. I left then decided to come back. She opened her eyes. I took her face in my hands and told her I loved her. She closed her eyes and I left after a while. That night she passed away. My regret is I did not stay longer with, since her children were not coming in that day because of the storm.

HH_I took her face in my hands