“My Journey’s End is a place to which someone or something is going or being sent.”
Throughout my life I’ve had several My Journey’s End; the first was during college when the Marin siblings discovered they were at risk for Huntington’s Disease and I walked away from John because I was scared. After an epiphany, I was sent to John, the love of my life and my Journey’s End for love ended.
Another My Journey’s End occurred during my career in healthcare. In 1991, our children were young and I was working part time managing the Lifeline program at our local hospital in Auburn. I was looking for another part time position to become full time; my anxiety would lessen when I was working full time. One day I ran into the Hospice Director and she asked me to consider the Hospice Support Services Manager position, a part time position. We had just moved Marcia, my sister-in-law with HD, to our town and I was managing her care. I believe I was sent to Hospice, destined, to work and learn from the dying. I see this as My Journey’s End as far as my career and was blessed to work in Hospice for the last ten years of my healthcare career.
Three years prior, Lora, John’s oldest sister, had died from bad fall and Cindy was showing symptoms of Huntington’s disease. Both Marcia and Cindy were on my hospice program and died peacefully at a Residential Care Facility in Auburn.
We Can Never Lose HOPE……….