I officially start back to school next week. That means I will be held accountable for my writing. What it really means, is that I will have to get off my buns and do some stuff that makes me uncomfortable. Before me, the meat and potatoes of this manuscript, is hospice and death row. The latter doesn't make me as squeamish as the first. I sent in a request to a prison in Texas to interview their Chaplain. Hopefully they will approve this. I am so curious to see what this man or woman has to say. They are the only person to offer comfort in an inmates final minutes. Whether he is requested to be there or not, he is. He will give last rights, hold their hand, or simply remain silent. What a powerful thing.
Hospice scares the hell out of me. I think the people that work in that profession are angels here on earth. I want to talk to them, follow them around, and observe. In doing so, I will be face to face with many people who know they are dying. I hope I can keep it together. We'll all be there sooner than we think.