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After my mother died, I started volunteering at a hospice because I could not bear going home to an empty house. That was where I met Nathan, a dying man with no visitors, no emergency contact, and one final request that should have made me walk away.<\/p>\n
Two years after my mother died, I started volunteering at a small hospice outside town.<\/p>\n
I told people I wanted to help.<\/p>\n
The truth was that I needed somewhere grief could exist without anyone asking when I planned to move on.<\/p>\n
Nathan had one leather bag and no emergency contact listed.<\/p>\n
That was where I met Nathan Cole.<\/p>\n
He was fifty-nine, sharp-eyed, and annoyed by almost everything. He hated weak coffee. He hated daytime television. He hated when nurses called him brave.<\/p>\n
Most patients had flowers, photographs, or relatives who arrived carrying food.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou remembered cream in my coffee.\u201d<\/p>\n
During my second shift, I brought him coffee from the cafe across the street.<\/p>\n
He took one sip.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou complained about it for twenty minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cComplaining does not guarantee anyone listens.\u201d<\/p>\n
A few days later, the volunteer coordinator stopped me in the hall.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt does when you are impossible to ignore.\u201d<\/p>\n
That earned the first smile I saw from him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNathan requested you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
I should have asked more questions.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said you remind him of someone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Instead, I started visiting him before I signed out.<\/p>\n
Nathan told stories in pieces. He had washed dishes, driven delivery trucks, and spent most of his life running a diner.<\/p>\n
Whenever I asked whether he had children, he changed the subject.<\/p>\n
What happened next changed everything\u2026 FULL STORY on the next page.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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