Disappointment tonight. My visit with the ninety-seven year old patient I have grown so fond of did not work out. I arrived at her room, only to discover two Hospice employees sitting with her. I could not just ask them to leave. They invited me to sit with them, however I felt it best to dismiss myself. I must admit I was a bit jealous. I did not want others to impede upon our time together. I will assert a strong speculation, acknowledging uncertainty, exposing myself to criticism, yet I am positive she wanted the other two men to leave. I know this one well. She possesses a strong personality, passionate, and ornery. I am positive we have a lot in common. She locked eyes with me, imploring. I have prayed for her all day, strongly focused during a solitary Holy Hour at St Clare’s. I have the Poor Clares of St Paul Shrine praying for her. This one is special. I am certain she wanted me to talk to her and pray with her. I will even go out on a limb, possibly saying too much, yet knowing the depth it brings to my heart. This one is no angel, a free-spirited life lived. Maybe it is why we connect so naturally. Birds of a feather flock together. Her sister told me of her past as a burlesque dancer at the Roxy Theater in Cleveland during the fifties. My precious patient, obviously beautiful in her younger years, was a woman of allure and sensuality. It only makes me love her more. Proud to present her to Our Holy Mother in preparation for her appearance before Our Lord. During our time together, after our Rosary together, I placed my hand upon her forehead. I felt her collapse under my touch. I was stunned by the degree of comfort my hand brought to her. I could feel her melting under my touch. I kept my hand upon her forehead, pleading with Our Blessed Mother to join forces with the woman’s guardian angel, to shower grace down upon this one staring into the face of eternity. I could hear in her breathing the security my hand upon her forehead provided. I felt small, fearing I was not special enough to be of such comfort to another, yet this precious one adored my touch. Tonight, I could feel her eyes penetrating, relieved to see me. I thank her for the wonderful gift she provides, allowing me to feel I am a worthy man, a man a beautiful woman is pleased to welcome for a visit. I wanted strongly to tell the other two kind and polite gentlemen to leave. However, I felt it was proper for me to leave. Tomorrow morning we will have four hours together. She will wait for me. This one is exquisite. Together, surrendering to the grace of God, utilizing the divine gift of Our Holy Mother, we are going to send her off to heaven.