My dear old hospice patient died this morning, an hour or so ago, I'm told. He was a WWII veteran (who cheated on his eye examine to get into the Navy!) and had just celebrated a major birthday milestone with his family. I've been visiting with him since around Halloween, mostly chatting about the headlines and weather, with some discussion of his wishes. Towards the end, I did most of the talking, some singing, and just sitting holding hands. It really was a privilege and pleasure to sit with him these last few months.