The man next door is dying. A few weeks ago I happened to be walking by when his daughter was calling 911. I couldn't just keep walking; I asked if she needed help. Her elderly father was having heart failure and was panicking and couldn't breathe. I breathed alongside him... inhale, exhale... rinse and repeat. No idea who it helped more - me or him. I felt his kind, gentle soul. His wife was trying to collect his meds and other things for the hospital, while his daughter stayed on the line with 911. The paramedics arrived and off he went.
I've been thinking about him ever since and wondered how things turned out. Ran into his daughter recently, who informed he was not doing well and was at home now under palliative care. She told me to stop by any time.
Other than that one occasion, I had never before talked or visited with them. They are perfect strangers. Except they are not now. So what do I do? I'm not exactly this beacon of light right now. I want to show up for him, for them, but what can I offer?
I don't know what to do in these sorts of situations. I usually end up doing nothing.
Any advise appreciated.
I've been thinking about him ever since and wondered how things turned out. Ran into his daughter recently, who informed he was not doing well and was at home now under palliative care. She told me to stop by any time.
Other than that one occasion, I had never before talked or visited with them. They are perfect strangers. Except they are not now. So what do I do? I'm not exactly this beacon of light right now. I want to show up for him, for them, but what can I offer?
I don't know what to do in these sorts of situations. I usually end up doing nothing.
Any advise appreciated.