The familial experience of life professionally extends into Hospice activities. I have spent the morning finalizing coordination with the Franciscan Third Order regarding Hospice introduction and exploration. In addition, hands on training was secured during the conclusion of Lent. I find myself genuinely enthralled and touched by Hospice personnel. I have a color print out of many of the staff throughout the organization. I put stars by all the individuals I regularly interact with, pleased to realize they are involved in my assisting of those passing away. Everything so profound, practical, professional, and poignant. Then to top off the phone calls, the reason for the meaning, a vigil was called forth tomorrow. The bedside vigils are equaled only by the experience of mass. I was thinking about my recent focus upon the Canticle of Canticles, a relationship with God reaching the level of lovers. The bold assertion arose from my prayer experiences with Joseph and the mother of six. Penetrating to a blissfully familial splendor, the intimacy praying Rosaries and Divine Mercy chaplet with two Catholics concluding full lives proves overwhelming for the lonely broken sinner that I am. God blesses me. I did not report, all though experienced, that the prayers for Joseph blossomed into a deep calling to Saint Joseph.  And with the mother of six to Our Blessed Mother.  There is a conviction I am introducing them to the Holy parents, all setting the stage, a precursor. Christ waits beyond and above.  Those two graced my life with sheer love. The passionate nature I was left with is a consequence of the overall sense of grace, peace, and love enveloping me during the shared moments.