Strangetastic: Miss Quilt and The Shadow

In her later years, my mother nursed the dying, feeding and bathing them and generally offering comfort. Though she did this for monetary compensation, I do not believe her motives were entirely crass, and the death of a patient often left her deeply moved. When her own time came, I found myself in the role that she had played for so many others, and spent long hours at her bedside. I would read to her, and when she was able, she would tell me stories of those she had watched pass on before her. I believe she felt her time with the dying had given her a special insight into the journey ahead, and telling their stories eased her own fears of that undiscovered country death.