The Gift of Love at the End of Life

The gift of love at the end of life is a real thing.

Death knows no age. Four-year-old Julian is fast asleep in his bed. He’s wearing a rumpled T-shirt and a diaper. He looks angelic in the sweet, innocent way sleeping kids do. But Julian is a kid with a difference: he has brain cancer and is living on the edge of life. His family is taking a much-needed break, and I am watching him.

I look around me, take in his surroundings. Every room in hospice has its own distinctive character. It is a character created by the family of the dying loved one. In this case, I see a big blue balloon, tethered to a corner chair, bobbing buoyantly as if it’s trying to stay upbeat in the face of such great grief. Off to the corner is an assortment of stuffed animals. A sweet little note is pinned to the notice board, a big red heart drawn around it by a hospice nurse.

This little boy is dying, I think.

This little boy is dying, the thought drops into my heart.

And then the tears come. Tears of deep sadness at the meager ration of time this beautiful soul has chosen. Tears of grief for what lies ahead for for those who love this precious boy.

I start to sing softly, my fingers threading his curly mop. A few English songs and some in my native tongue from my country, India.

You’re too young to die, my heart screams.

Pumped full of meds, Julian sleeps on, unaware of his surroundings, unaware of my finger tracing a line down his soft cheek, unaware of my voice wobbling with emotion.

I sing, the words holding rich meaning for me. But they would make any sense to Julian, had he been listening. Even as I think the thought, my heart skips a beat. I realize that my native tongue and his hardly matter; his milky-white skin and my cinnamon-brown skin are of no consequence. The song is the musical cord that connects two hearts, two souls. The words wash over and soothe his spirit. They are a plea to God, a call for peace and love.

Thirty precious minutes of togetherness at the end of his young life. That’s what our souls — Julian’s and mine — have agreed to.  It’s a truth I live by every time I visit with a dying patient in hospice. The moments of true connection may be short, but they are the most real. The gift of love at the end of life is a precious gift.

If you have an opportunity to spend ten minutes with someone, don’t discount the value of that time. Soul connections are made in spirit-time, not earth-time. Those ten minutes could keep someone going for years. You never know. To read more about soul connections, read my book “Understanding Death: 10 Ways to Inner Peace for the Grieving.”


  1. Ginny Brock/Author of 'By Morning's Light.' on October 13, 2013 at 4:20 pm

    Lovely, Uma. Not only does music “hath charms” but, along with love, laughter and joy, it is one of the highest vibrations we can attain on our earthly plain.


    • on October 14, 2013 at 1:53 pm

      Thanks, Ginny. I’m glad you enjoyed this post. I agree music is one of the highest vibrations and an instant mood-lifter.

  2. Allen on October 24, 2013 at 3:46 am

    I read this and I was saddened at Julian’s condition and the fact that he was not blessed like the rest of us. I am sure he enjoyed your song. With your song, he was comforted. You are an angel as well as he was. Thanks for the reality check. Its what I need sometimes.

    • on October 24, 2013 at 1:11 pm

      Thanks, Allen, for your generous comment. I tell you, my weekly work at hospice is just the reality check I need. I appreciate your stopping by to say hello. Take care.

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